Monthly Archives: December 2009

The Recruiters, Part 2: Floating Foundations

They took a ferry, not unlike the ship which brought Fortis to Johnston Island, out to deeper waters. There was anchored a very substantial ship, three slender hulls closed like pontoons, but much larger. There were three decks stacked, each … Continue reading

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The Recruiters, Part 1: Support

(The tale of Dalorius Four continues.) Fortis laughed. “Since when does my readiness have anything to do with it?” George put on his comical pained look. “My dear Doctor Plimick, you are the ultimate VIP Guest on the entire planet! … Continue reading

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From Mists to Mysts, Part 16: Epilogue

The greatest struggle for Fortis was not the symbolism of Misty’s dominant religion. The spiritual logic was not out of reach. What he struggled with was the sudden slow pace of life. The sea journey was a jolting experience intellectually, … Continue reading

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From Mists to Mysts, Part 15: Prisons of the Soul

George returned shortly, and Fortis gave him a digest of the conversation. George closed his eyes, hugging himself, dropping his chin against his chest. After a few moments, he opened his eyes, moved his hands together and clasped them in … Continue reading

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From Mists to Mysts, Part 14: Night Visit

Darkness came more slowly in the city of tents, because it was higher ground and no trees blocked the sky. Fortis and George had slipped into the academy, one of two permanent structures in the area. The ancient stone building … Continue reading

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From Mists to Mysts, Part 13: Honor and Secrets

Fortis was completely surprised by the odd mixture of formal and casual elements to their reception. Even as they began approaching the outermost cluster of tents, heavily armed men, all quite large and imposing, greeted them. Without exchanging any words, … Continue reading

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From Mists to Mysts, Part 12: Fresh Start

He was surprised when George left the tent standing, but realized someone could come back for it after it had served as a decoy. They even left the packs, carrying only water and weapons. Remaining in close formation, they dodged … Continue reading

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From Mists to Mysts, Part 11: Safe Danger

Fortis decided he really liked hammocks. It was hard to get out of it, but not because of the design. It was simply very comfortable on his aching muscles. The long nap after they first stopped and set up the … Continue reading

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From Mists to Mysts, Part 10: Predators

Because the woodsmen were generally large, and their ax heads narrower and thicker, Fortis had little trouble distinguishing his guide once they were out from under the awning. The warder was an aged man. He was yawning and stretching under … Continue reading

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From Mists to Mysts, Part 9: Confusion

They went back to the tea tent. After a solid lunch of stew, pan bread and berries, the man behind the counter brought out a cloth bag filled with various sized bulges. George pulled from his robe a similar bag … Continue reading

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