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Blog postPrologue
From: An Unbiased History of the Imperial Royal Family. Professor Leo Caesius. Avalon. 206PE.
It is extremely difficult to trace the history of the Imperial Royal Family – as it became known – past the final stages of the disintegration and the early days of the Unification Wars. Part of this, of course, is an inevitable result of the wars and their attendant devastation; a great many records were lost and/or deliberately destroyed during the f -
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There are some kids who go to magic school in an alternate dimension – think Whitehall rather than Hogwarts. Something goes spectacularly wrong and they find themselves dumped on Earth instead. The good news is that they have magic still; the bad news is that they don’t have enough to reopen the portal and get back home. They get very lost until they discover, through one of their friends, that they can tap the electric power grid to power their spells and reope -
Blog postChapter Twenty-Nine
“Well, at least they’re not demanding we give back the castle to a dead man,” Rupert said, an hour later. We’d spent the time dictating messages to Fallon, then listening as she repeated their messages back to us. “That would have been awkward.”
I grinned. Fallon giggled. The city fathers had been shocked, according to her, when they heard what we’d done. They hadn’t even realised we’d continued the offensive, even though it ha -
Blog postChapter Twenty-Eight
I covered my eyes, hastily, as the ground shook violently, great clouds of dust and smoke rising up from the walls. It was glorious! The magically-reinforced walls were warped and twisted, great chunks of stone crashing to the ground despite the spells woven into the building. The blast had clearly reached further into the castle than I’d expected … I snickered as I realised the enemy wards had actually deflected the blast deeper into the castle, -
Blog postChapter Twenty-Seven
I didn’t sleep much that night.
It was hard not to think, as darkness enveloped the camp, that Rupert and I were crossing the Rubicon. We weren’t precisely disobeying orders – it wasn’t as if the city fathers had ordered us to remain where we were, at least until the princess arrived – but I had a feeling they’d take a dim view of us carrying the offensive all the way to Kuat. They had to know the king was effectively powerless, that he’d been -
Blog postChapter Twenty-Six
“Harbin is dead?” Rupert looked conflicted. “I … what happened?”
“He died well,” I said. “He died in the midst of the fighting.”
It was true enough, I supposed. He had been leading a frontal attack into the enemy defences when I’d put a bullet through his skull. I’d written detailed reports of his death, trying to establish an unquestionable narrative as quickly as possible; I’d flattered the dead man in ways that would -
Blog postChapter Twenty-Five
And why, I asked myself, do I feel as if I’m about to rerun the Battle of Little Bighorn?
I clung to the horse for dear life as we galloped down the road, heading north as fast as our beasts could carry us. Harbin’s cavalry took the lead, followed by my company of mounted skirmishers, men I’d trained to ride horses to the battlefield and then dismount when the fighting actually began. The concept had puzzled the locals, with Harbin and the other -
Blog postChapter Twenty-Four
“The slattern is lying, of course,” Harbin said. “All she wants is a bastardy bond.”
I groaned. It had been an hour since the messenger had arrived with the bad news and it had only managed to get worse. And worse. The accused rapist was a cavalryman – that was bad enough – but he was a very junior aristocrat whose family had been Lord Galley’s clients for centuries. Harbin was obliged to defend him, even if he didn’t want to a -
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Chapter Twenty-Three
Unfortunately for us, if not for him, Harbin didn’t get himself turned into something small and slimy – which would have been a little redundant – by the time Furness hove into view. My advance scouts had already cantered around the town, making sure there wasn’t a relief force within marching range, but I took the time to stop and survey the defences for myself before committing my troops to the attack. Furness was, according to the -
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Chapter Twenty-Two
Two days later, the army – two-thirds of the force I’d built up over the past few months – marched out of the city and headed into enemy territory.
I sat on my horse, riding up and down as the men tramped down the road, pretending not to hear the grumblings from the more experienced soldiers. The last two days had been a nightmare as we’d rushed to get everything we needed, from dried meat and purified water for the troops to
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