Fiction Archive


Posted January 25, 2012 By L.A. Marr

In distant books, the Megilindir’s sword becomes mythical. It will be known by the name, “Hope.” Often Aleyne on her travels will be asked the name of her blade, and equally often her response will be met with puzzlement and confusion. Here is an excerpt where, while at Athandraul on the occasion of the combat […]


Posted September 4, 2011 By L.A. Marr

Foreword Ethaia was born in the middle of a restless night. It started off as a silly saying, “Horses like bread.” Which makes absolutely no sense. Of course horses like bread. After I was wakened bythat revelation the words just flew into my mind. I sat and typed non-stop all the way to where Aleyne […]


Posted September 4, 2011 By L.A. Marr

Not everyone gets a second chance to say yes. Iacaus discovers that the rewards were well worth the risk.