Tag: #fantasy

They reached the doors of the great hall and Timonthy tried to voice his concerns before they entered and everyone could hear him. He knew that Gerard was looking at him with an expression of concern but he had to speak. “Stolid is…not himself,” he settled for. “He hasn’t been right since Johnathon died.” “I understand that better than you can imagine,” Peter replied. “Although […]

“I’m hoping you know the way,” he settled for saying. The journey to Scotland, their eventual arrival in a clearing in the woods – it was all settling vaguely in his mind “It was this way,” Gerard said and they began walking along the lake edge again. As they crossed over the grass covered bridge Timonthy pursed his lips and shook his head. He remembered […]

That made Timonthy think: it must be a trick or Johnathon must have told Stolid in some unguarded moment. “Stolid doesn’t know. You can ask him if you can find him,” Koa’s voice was just a trace on the wind now. Or Lizzie must have told Koa. Timonthy could imagine Koa wheedling secrets from her just to impress him with the ludicrous story. It was […]

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you arrived but hopefully you found everything you needed. We’re not used to guests and I imagine that Stolid has some plan for you but if not I would feel guilty about leaving you to your own devices but perhaps that is what you would prefer.” “Do you know where Stolid is?” Lizzie asked. “I suppose we ought to […]

Sometimes though, he grew tired of his own careful approach to life and purposely he did things that were stupid and not well thought out. He nearly always regretted these things after although it might be that the ones he regretted were only the most memorable. Now he thought of it, it was one of these moments in which he had decided to act as […]

Stolid excused himself and left the room at this point. Peter watched him with an enigmatic look on his face. Stolid made him sad as well as the contemplation of his work, Timonthy realised. It was typical of human nature that a man who had good health, probably excessive wealth, a beautiful property, a wife and son who appeared to love him and something to […]

He produced a jug from under the table with a quick look to make sure no-one was looking. Timonthy finished the water in his stoneware tankard and pushed it forwards next to Gerard’s. Koa poured out four tankards with a furtive air and pushed two of them back. He lifted his own mug and clinked it against Gerard’s in the air. They had done this […]

“They come from England. Do you remember that beach we went to, not that long ago? That was England,” Elena answered. “I would have thought it was highly unlikely that you are related to any of them.” She laughed as if to pass off the peculiarity of his question as the oddity of a child.  “Why don’t you come round the gardens with us,” Paris […]

He’d ignored Gerard’s reference to Maone before, guided before by his dismissive attitude. He could tell by the way this man smiled over at Stolid and the look he received back that he could not dismiss this man. He was almost certainly Stolid’s new lover, either actually or nearly: probably the reason for his lack of contact. Timonthy was scared for Paris’s sake, not for […]