The Goat Herders peered out from under the cover of their bush and watched an army discharge itself from twenty or so Galleys.
Read MoreChapter 6 The Blacksmith →
The Blacksmith was a master craftsman. He had been born to the trade. His father used to say molten steel ran through their veins. At nine years he had been formally apprenticed to an uncle and now, twenty five years later, not only did he have his own apprentices but four qualified Smiths and their apprentices all worked for him too. And in all his time he had never come across an order so peculiar and so particular as his New Clients’.
Read MoreChapter 5 The Housekeeper →
The Housekeeper had heard the explosions and had suspected the worse for his household. He reckoned on being five or so miles away as he heard a series of thunderous blasts from the direction of the farm. He knew from recent experience that it wasn't the Gods’ wrath he was hearing but the magic powder of the wretched Shaman. It was supposed to be the Shaman’s wedding night.
Read MoreDW chpt. 4 →
It had been four summers since the veil had been lifted from her childish eye to reveal the true nature of her cruel world. In that time The Slave Girl had realised that people on the farm were more like the farm dogs than the docile Cows; the alpha roles were clear but every other role was fought over with bickering and bitching and sometimes literal blows.
Read MoreMOVE OVER →
‘Move over.’
‘No this is where the alpha sits.’
‘I’m the alpha!’
‘Yes, of course you are.’
‘look move.’
‘If your the alpha how come I don't walk around picking up your shit.’
‘Move!’
‘No.’
‘Listen unless you move we can't go anywhere.’
‘That's a bit harsh. Why not?’
‘Because leaving the opposable thumbs thing aside your feet can't reach the pedals!’