“What does Peter have to do with this?” Chester asked, confused. “He’ll know something.” Jonathan shrugged. “If we’re lucky, Peter will know exactly where we need to go to find Continue Reading →

Chester and Jonathan met up with the rest of the mercenaries in the city. The bard immediately greeted the band with a short yet eloquent summary, “You know that guy Continue Reading →

The next morning, they were packed and back on the road. For some reason, the conversation among them had turned to romance. Some had wives back home, others claimed to Continue Reading →

The river pirates set sail and Celtie’s capital disappeared into the distance. Jonathan wished the emotions he had gotten during that brief stop would go away with it. Self-loathing choked Continue Reading →

Chester got over his seasickness—or river sickness—in a few days time. When they stopped at shore, Jonathan and Chester exercised their horses alongside the mercenaries. The boat reached the capital Continue Reading →

Chester and Jonathan rode with the mercenaries for three days until they reached the river of Carta. They all waited at the bank of the river for a boat. Jonathan Continue Reading →

Chester and Jonathan rode through the night. The sand underneath Biscuit and Magnus’s hooves turned from sand to dirt. They weren’t out of Maskiff yet, but they were getting close Continue Reading →

Jonathan trusted Chester could handle himself, but he might as well go check on his friend before he went to sleep. He was not surprised to find Chester at a Continue Reading →

“I’m just surprised you helped me.” Ciley played with her hands nervously. Chester elbowed Jonathan in the ribs. There was an encouraging look in his eyes. Jonathan ignored his friend Continue Reading →

The sun outside of the saloon was hot. It was breezy today, and sand kept being stirred up to fly into the eyes of unsuspecting people. The shorter gangster was Continue Reading →