Added to his physical appearance, the stranger wore a mail shirt, homespun shirt and troos, reminding Mick very much of a Viking.
“G’day,” he began. 487 more words
Civa pushed open the door, already knowing it was unlocked. The top room of the tower occupied a space as big as a large cottage. Nolga didn’t buy the finest furnishings, but they were at least new and of good quality. 473 more words
Civa jumped on the spot, catching the rafters on the underside of the eaves. Curling up and over, he alighted, crouching on the roof’s edge. Unseen, behind the clouds, the sun had begun to rise, offering the first illumination of morning. 505 more words