• Raven, Chapter 9-b

    Edvin cleared his throat. “I believe our primary concern this night is Raven’s peace agreement.” Two other heads nodded in agreement. Raven simply watched him, her hands calmly folded in her lap, her face impassive. “I believe,” she said, “that is what has been causing the problems between us lately.” “When the original Thief Lords created the council,” Deryk said, “it was to ensure we wouldn’t off each other and create a single Thief Lord who would become a tyrant.” “Very true,” Corinn murmured. “I believe my peace agreement takes care of that very nicely,” Raven said almost off-handedly. Edvin nodded. “It does. As Thief Lords, we naturally want to…

  • Raven, Chapter 9-a

    I made Teryk a rich man. He gave me many spoils, but I hungered for more. What he gave me wasn’t enough. There was always more. He laughed whenever I asked for more. So, I plotted his demise. -writing on the cell wall The Dirty Pig Tavern was just as dirty as its name. Dirt and filth covered the creaky, scuffed wooden floor and the tables had been dusted over so many times no one really knew what the tops looked like. The chairs were more like stools now with no back to them and what cushion was left was torn with stuffing pouring out. The walls were grimy and…

  • Raven, Chapter 8-b

    “Thief Lord Corinn is here to see you.” Edvin turned from the window he had been staring out of. It had been far too long since he’d looked out of his library window and seen day light. He was loathe to turn from the sight, but business was business. Besides, Corinn was not easily dissuaded. Unlike the other Thief Lords, Edvin chose to base himself above ground. It gave him a great vantage point, especially since his building was three stories high and his private quarters were on the third floor. He could see most of the slums from his windows and had the perfect vantage point for looking out…

  • Raven, Chapter 6-c

    The incessant shaking wouldn’t stop. She mumbled, half asleep, and turned away. But it wouldn’t stop. Someone had hold of her shoulder and was rocking it back and forth. Growling, she grabbed a pillow and flung it in the general direction of the person trying to shake her awake. It was the middle of the morning. She had just gone to bed a few hours ago. Aven and her assistants knew she wasn’t to be disturbed in the morning. She thought that news had already made its rounds in the rest of her following. There was no reason for her to be shaken awake in the morning. “I swear,” Aven’s…