Randomness

Thank you. *bows*

I agree, it was rough to do. 😞

“We should just make it,” Revinn called from the other side of the boat. We were rowing hard to get away from the Inferno and back to shore. The stinging cold rain was getting heavier. This was the last group, the rest would weather the storm on the ship. Only eight had remained aboard to see the squall through. Considering the ferocity of the typhoon that landed us here, we felt it safer to have more of us on solid ground. The camp had been moved inland as well. Now rested between som

When I woke, I was spread around in the tent as if it had been mine alone. I poked my head out into brisk air and gray sky. Leaf was standing barefoot in the water, casting a line into the bay. It was a little too cool for me to go without boots, I had no idea how he was even standing in the cold sea. When he caught sight of me he smiled and waved. I stoked up the fire for warmth and wished I had not left the tent. When he finally came back, he was wet to the knees and empty handed.

"...snuggling under familiar, warm, covers" makes me all happy and blush-y. Thank you, I appreciate that more than you know. Hopefully, the next chapter(s) gives a better feel of what I was aiming for in the relationship. This is a prime example of why it does take me so freaking long to write. I plant seeds for so long hoping that I am being subtle and I still think that I am bashing people over the head with what is going on. LOL To answer in another way, I tend to work in arcs and each spends sooooo much time in my head that by the time I get to the laptop, I have to exhaust it onto the screen. Additionally, now that Talon has a written past to refer to, I often have to refer to and research his own memories. On average, the current arc is plotted, the next chapter or so is drafted, life gets in the way then everything grinds to a halt and has to be restarted. IS this TMI? lol THe short of it is... Talon will continue on as fast as he can manage. 🙂 Thank you and big hugs.

The skiff landed easily on the barren beach. From the ship this looked like a small desolate shore, once on it, the enormity of the nothingness increased. It had been hard row into shore. Longer than what would have been normal. Indeed, the Inferno was farther away from beach than what would be considered normal. At least this was not in the middle of the night like when we had sent the men out into the bay by Rag Post. We pulled our boat up away from the waves. Tall grasses, almost al

I was jerked sharply awake. I felt disoriented with no reference of time or even how long I might have slept. I knew the sea and storm were rougher when I was thrown to the side. It was impossible to ignore it now and I once again made my way up deck. It was slow going. I fell onto a crew member and tossed into the walls. Through the opening to the deck was white rain and black sky. I kept my head just inside but was promptly hit with a large wall of water thrown sideways from the sky in

This was a very angst-y part to put in. I was/am not sure if it should be, but it seemed like it needed to be. Hoping not drive anyone away. I do value your thoughts Revinn Trevin! :-) Thank you. Hugs.

The days ‘aboarred’ were quite unremarkable. We sat or paced or played dice or did whatever we could to pass the hours. Revinn was doing his best to fight his sea-sickness, but still looked pale most of the time. He took the teasing in good humor. Scarlet overcast skies at dawn and gray overcast skies during the day provided nothing to look at. These long, confined trips were always restful but boring. We heard the scream all the way from our cramped little storage room. L

Thank you for re-reading and sticking with it. I keep asking myself why do people put up me me? But I truly appreciate they do! Because I write so sporadically, I worry about continuity, hopefully I have managed to keep Talon intact for you. ;-) Thank you again. More to come!

"I didn’t know enough French yet to read Cyrano, but that didn’t stop me. That’s when I learned you can read a language you don’t know if you love it enough." - Ursula Le Guin

Did I outsmart myself? 3...?

We stood on the dock in clusters waiting to give the King a formal greeting. He had arrived, but we had not seen him yet as he was getting cleaned up privately, in town, after his ride. Our small groups were designed for proper representation. Phaetheon, Galehault, and a few other men talked together as did Blade and his group of brothers. Revinn and dignitaries from town seemed pleased not to have been overlooked in favor of the King’s presence. Lantern

Agreed, it is not always about the physical, it is different things to different people. I still continue to struggle with the line... for me it is not merely about tense, but about possibilities. Which implies what or more? Heads: he 'gave you immortality' Tails: he 'gives you immortality' Thank you again for continuing to follow and commenting. Your thoughts are truly appreciated. Hugs.

Oh for Artifex sake… “I can’t believe it!” Revinn boomed. I stared at the dead Midnight Stag at my feet. Revinn called out once more to the others and they began to appear out of the trees one or two at a time. “Never! Never happened!” Revinn shouted. “No one, no one in history has ever gotten two!” The others cheered and congratulated us with laughter and claps on the back.

Thank you for sticking with the erratic postings. I do appreciate your interest and support. I do have more coming, hopefully very soon. As for platonic love, I do not wish to give anything away, but I truly do not have the patience for it to go on too much longer. I will have to question you sometime about if I am playing my hand too soon however. Please always feel free to keep sharing your thoughts. Thank you and Hugs!

The sun was high when the first of our ships came to rest at one of the town’s three midsized docks. As the other piers were occupied, we began the process of bunching together, pulling lines for stability, and dropping the planking bridges in place between us. As soon as I put my foot on the board, Begayar was at my side. He did not look especially well, but he was on his feet. “When would I ever get the chance to see this place again?” He ga

Hello Trevin! Without giving away too much… some old friends are planned to return but there is also a new one appearing whom you may appreciate… ;-) Thank you for keeping up with me. – Randomness

Thank you for letting me know you are enjoying the story. Truly, I have a hard time “torturing” my characters too much, so I have to keep violence as purposeful as possible. Considering everything, there probably should be more random hostilities. For myself, very similar thoughts apply to sex/sexual situations. There are places for both, but so far not overwhelmingly so. I do appreciate the grammar is not detracting too too much ;-P. I am afraid I am my own worst enemy with that. I too look forward to hearing your continuing thoughts. Thanks again. - Randomness

A small group of us, split from the main caravan to head to the far side of the bay. The plan was simple. We get the canoe out into the water at nightfall. It would go out to the ships and direct them around the peninsula to the next inlet where the wagons would be waiting. Everything would be laboriously transported using the small dinghies from the main ships. If everything would go smoothly, we would not attract any attention from either the defending or sieging forces.

“His name is Teucer,” Leaf said while not gesturing to the young man in Phaetheon’s party. “Know that name… long time ago.” I recalled the guide from Stag’s Pass. It was possible, he had the look of those men. I suddenly wondered if he shared the same secret they did. He still never really approached me and only gave those strange looks on occasion before looking away abruptly. “Stag’s Pass.” Leaf nodded. “He didn’t real

Good to hear from you again! Talon has so many stashes (even ones I don’t know about). He has been burying longer than I have been writing. Thank you so very much for returning to The Long Road to… and for your infinite patience. Write anytime, hugs!

Before long a rough path appeared, it wove up into the trees. The slope was deceivingly steeper than we had thought originally. Only our excitement kept us moving forward and up. Without warning, we were surrounded by men. Nearly all had weapons trained on us. “Stop and show yourselves strangers.” We looked at them. They were in matching robes, but did not look like soldiers. “Your hands, please.”

Fin left for home after bringing us as far as Desert Landing. We boarded another trade vessel the next day. It seemed like it had rained every single day since we had left. The passengers aboard commented how they had not seen storms like these in years. For our first true voyage together, it had been an easy choice: the place of creation. If this was to be our last, or only trip, it was the only true destination that mat