TFOTN: Chapter 15 – Infinite abyss
Dan WildThe Flame of the North: A fantasy novel by Lianne Shing and Dan Wild Previous Chapter.. Compared to the dark, dank and musty-smelling interior of Grimsley’s shop of wounded tibias, the fresh air and the narrow beam of sunlight filtering between the narrow buildings felt wonderful. I inhaled deeply, ignoring the smell of rotting rubbish …
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TFOTN: Chapter 14 – The Apothecary
Dan WildThe Flame of the North: A fantasy novel by Lianne Shing and Dan Wild Previous Chapter.. The drunkard shifted slightly, spittle hung from his chapped lips, but otherwise he did not emanate any signs of activity. So on we pressed, Grimsley propped between us to stop him falling over like an inflatable punching bag that …
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TFOTN: Chapter 13 – According to legend
Dan WildThe Flame of the North: A fantasy novel by Lianne Shing and Dan Wild Previous Chapter.. “How did the Riddler sew his head back on?” Truly I was in shock, otherwise I would not have asked such a mundane question. Grimsley held up the mini-dagger, one hand over the spot on his breast where it …
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TFOTN: Chapter 12 – The Wicked Duke of Northumberland
Dan WildThe Flame of the North: A fantasy novel by Lianne Shing and Dan Wild Previous Chapter.. The dagger had no choice but to hit him in the heart. Most daggers have no choices, and this dagger was no different than most other daggers. It travelled so quickly that it created a vacuum and broke the …
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TFOTN: Chapter 11 – Into the midnight sun
Dan WildThe Flame of the North: A fantasy novel by Lianne Shing and Dan Wild Previous Chapter.. Stillwater blinked. Grimsley heaved. Mrs Sanders stood idly to one side tapping her foot. Something was different. Everything was different! For a start, we were in the daylight sun. Weren’t we just watching midnight mass? And Mrs Sanders was …
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TFOTN: Chapter 10 – Charlie’s Angels
Dan WildThe Flame of the North. A Fantasy novel by Lianne Shing and Dan Wild Previous Chapter.. Unfortunately we all ran in different directions. If I was heading due north we would have made a supremely accurate compass. But I didn’t know where I was heading. The light from the candles affected my grandmother’s ring, for …
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TFOTN: Chapter 9 – The kindling of the ring
Dan WildA fantasy novel by Lianne Shing and Dan Wild Previous Chapter.. If it was not yet exactly midnight, then the hour of dark noon was fast approaching, and inside the church, preparations and formalities for the mass were in full swing: I realised how little I knew about liturgies and psalms, bishoprics and communion and …
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TFOTN: Chapter 8 – Behold the light
Dan WildA fantasy novel by Lianne Shing and Dan Wild Previous Chapter.. “We would tell you if we knew,” said Mrs Sanders. “Some things we are clear about, others less so.” “We are the Ignorant Trinity,” Grimsley declared earnestly. “Speak for yourself.” Stillwater gruffly stood erect. His cane seemed less of a support and more a …
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TFOTN: Chapter 7 – Flaming Torch Gang
Dan WildA fantasy novel by Lianne Shing and Dan Wild Previous Chapter.. I let Mrs Sanders follow Stillwater down the steps into what seemed like interminable darkness, pierced only by the beam of my torch, now in Stillwater’s hands. I stopped Grimsley from going next: no way was I going to be behind him when he …
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TFOTN: Chapter 6 – Heart of obsidian
Dan WildA fantasy novel by Lianne Shing and Dan Wild Previous Chapter.. A light from what, from where? We were about 13 feet underground and, as far as my local geography went (obtained from hours of poring over the hard-backed atlas, “Where The Wild Things (in London) Are”), we were directly underneath the High Street and, …