Dragon Below! - Chapter Four: No Rest, No Peace by mnmccarthy, literature
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Dragon Below! - Chapter Four: No Rest, No Peace
On the day of Vane’s funeral the Sorceress Queen called for a holiday. Criers had been sent into the city to inform her subjects of the event, and of her desire that all citizens take this time to remember those lost since the birth of the Gorge. In Dorr, the vast plains-nation west of the plateau a similar practice was kept whenever one of noble blood passed away, declaring a day of the dead. She thought it appropriate, for her consort had come from that stock, the son of a merchant lord out of Hansfil, but too she saw it as a way to give respect for all the rest. Tanum had not rested since that night when the spires crumbled, and
Dragon Below! - Chapter Two: Raker's Rock by mnmccarthy, literature
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Dragon Below! - Chapter Two: Raker's Rock
Crouched in the gloom of a long-abandoned wolf’s den Lode opened one eye, for one eye was all he had. A sound in the night, like the scuffing of a moccasin against a loose patch of stones and grit, and a sharp, if faint sucking of a hiss cut short. Then a stifled mutter, followed by the scent of brunt leaves. Company; unexpected but prepared for out of habit. He licked at dry lips, easing his dirk from it’s sheath.
All right, he thought, inching back, away from his approaching hunters. They finally got it in their heads to send out the autumn witch. Great. That shaman’s toy better do the trick. Damn hustler. As qui
Dragon Below! - Chapter One: Bad Company by mnmccarthy, literature
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Dragon Below! - Chapter One: Bad Company
1103rd Year of the Fragmentation Epoch
Almost a year since unknown sorceries rocked the plateau Tanum still bore the wounds of the violent birth of the Gorge. Her great spires, those still standing, tilted at gut wrenching angles while crews worked night and day to dismantle them and the remains of their counterparts still littered the streets. Entire avenues were blocked by wreckage, homes destroyed, lives crushed by tonnes of stone and mortar. But the people of the city were nothing if not resilient, and as she wandered about in the guise of a hooded penitent woman the Sorceress Queen, Karina Karr was proud of her subjects. New hom
Dragon Below! - Prologue by mnmccarthy, literature
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Dragon Below! - Prologue
1102 Year of the Fragmentation Epoch
He met the old crew on the darkened plain, four raggedy and muted figures materializing from the gloom, drawn from cardinal directions. They came unheeded to the appointed spot, to the salient angle of a worn down megalith leaning alone on Corvin’s Plateau. And though pitch ruled the plains beneath the overcast sky, from the cyclopean stone a soft pale glow lit their features, stirring up conceits about the ravages of time.
Damn, but we got old, he thought, wincing inwardly when he saw how much hair Jacepi was missing from his head, not to mention the extra layers of fat bulging above
Ain't No Redemption - Chapter Two by mnmccarthy, literature
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Ain't No Redemption - Chapter Two
Talents for Trouble
'Before pistols, the sword was the first choice of the duelist. And before that it was knives. Seems to be we're doing all we can t'get as far away from the killing as possible. Soon enough, folk'll be challenging each other from across country, with rifles so powerful you can pick the eye off a crow from a thousand leagues, never once seeing the looks on the faces on those they gun down.
Now why do I feel like this is an honest to Olden shame?'
- Longshot Quade,
3025 - 3090 AFL
The steady rhythm of the train-car's progress, the monotonous rhythm unending, was putting Jairo to sleep. Nothing to see
The Danger of Following Dreams by mnmccarthy, literature
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The Danger of Following Dreams
By Marshall Norman McCarthy
In all his life in the Time Before he'd never once set foot in an airport. Never enough money to go anywhere by air, his childhood had been one of hours-long car trips to the wild north, where nature ruled with an ironwood fist. He'd dreamed it, sure, of riding the skies clear across depthless oceans to the distant lands of his ancestors. Now he imagined those lands were just as empty as his own.
Leaning one filthy hand on the concrete barrier of the overpass, the other holding binoculars up to his eyes, he studied Pearson Airport with the cautious scrutiny of survival. He hadn't seen anyone for days, and that la
Ain't No Redemption - Chapter One by mnmccarthy, literature
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Ain't No Redemption - Chapter One
Of Gunpowder Deeds
There are many ways to kill a man. A blade in the night, poison in his drink, or hands around his throat. For the unjust, who ride the wastes on malignant steeds, the question of death had many answers.
To those who sit on the thrones of justice, with scrutiny in their eyes and the word of the law upon their tongues, the answer was the hangman's gallows or the headman's block.
For he who stalks this Fragment, where the Deadman himself comes to play, the question of death has but one answer. But he is willing to repeat it six times.
-From, The Lay of the Gunfighter,
Thibian Crass, 3092 AFL
The Dead
By Marshall Norman McCarthy
Just have a good day. He dragged the razor across his cheek, wincing as it tore instead of cut. Just have a good day. Were his eyes always this sunken; were the bags beneath them always so dark? Just have a good day. How was his wife still able to look at him with that old spark, the one that hadn't guttered out over the years?
'Just have a good day,' he repeated his mantra to his reflection, putting down the razor and checking his work. Free of stubble, yet his face seemed haggard, worn; another day's journey towards the end.
All his life he'd been told that men age gracefully, that they get better, more hand