Edward, as you will learn, is a baronet in his own right. And the Lord title is earned, it will be explained in due course, as you come to learn Edward's full history. He is not what he seems at the start.
Three
The Price of Livery
The stolen Karnian Rapid Transport Vehicle shuddered across the frozen plain, its aggressive, spiked tires kicking up slush and grit. The roaring engine, fueled by the enemy’s bio-diesel, felt like a beacon in the night. Inside, the three boys were a study in contradiction.
Shem, focused on the road ahead and the immediate logistical crisis, was acutely aware of the Calculation Tablet’s status.
“KIT: Power Reserves at 1%. Recharge cutoff immine
The brutal freeze of January locked the county of Kent in a suffocating grip of ice and iron-hard mud. The small victory of the Christmas tithe had kept the village from outright starvation, but the relief was entirely temporary. The wood stacked against the scullery wall was dwindling, the flour sacks were growing terribly light, and the estate ledgers sitting on Edward Ashworth’s desk remained a testament to absolute ruin.
Edward stood by the frosted window of the study, looking out over
This is a fallen world, the shadow of the aftermath of a collapsed high technology society. I always envisioned Karn and Taïr as being the North East Seaboard somewhere
One thing often forgotten is the sense of smell, I try to texture and set a chapter first old habit.
Sandlewood, for example, I use Sandlewood soap, so it is often on my mind.
Two
The Fields of Bio-Diesel
The ground at the base of the colossal Taïr pillar was not wilderness. It was the factory floor of a nation.
The pillar’s shadow fell across miles of frozen, stubbled fields, remnants of the industrial corn harvest. This land was the property of Petro-Taïr, the corporation that had fueled the city-state's war machine. The very ground smelled not of manure or loam, but of stale bio-diesel and the sharp, chemical residue of industrial fertilizers. This wa
France was volatile at that time, and the War for Quebec is beginning to stir.
General Wolfe wants his prize, and the Royal Navy will be called upon.
Half-Pay means Edward is on Standby, to be recalled to duty at the whim of his Majesty and the Sea Lords. To refuse is desertion.
The kitchen of Ashworth Hall was a sanctuary of heat and woodsmoke, a stark contrast to the freezing, desolate reality of the Kentish winter howling against the thick stone walls. The massive hearth roared with a fire that Will tended with military precision, the flames casting dancing, flickering shadows across the scarred oak table where he and Jonas sat. Between them lay a worn deck of playing cards, the pasteboard corners soft and frayed from years of use, and a small pile of copper pennies
It is an interesting world, I was in a very different mindset, and very young when I wrote this.
As stated the original went on to become the Falcon Banner some ten years later. But revisiting the original which was buried in my old files, has me nostalgic.
It's a bit formulaic, and we can see how... simple the plot is from that early work. But it is a sweet love story, underneath the grease and the dust.
Shem is the every man... there is nothing special about him, he is not the chosen one. He is just the Last man, the Last Caster of a fallen realm. Rade (pronounced RA-day) is going to come to rely on him, as Shem will come to rely on his prince.
Indeed, Jonas isn't magically well yet, but he's being brought back by his rather misbegotten family of misfits.
I am looking forward to him being back on his feet again.