The Redemption of Erâth: Volume One – Consolation, Chapter 9

Chapter 9

The Road to Daevàr’s Hut

It was two years before Brandyé was to see Elven again. Though Daevàr’s Hut was a comfortable six-day ride from Burrowdown, this made it nearly a month by foot, especially over the rough country. The south coach (and its return) was expensive, and as an apprentice Elven earned no pay. As for Brandyé, though he and Reuel were not strictly short for coinage, travel was not undertaken without purpose, and they had no business in Daevàr’s Hut that would warrant the journey.

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Mid-Life Crises, and the Naivety of Youth

About a decade ago (actually, almost exactly a decade ago), I set out to do something I thought was, at the time, completely impossible: I wanted to write a novel. I didn’t know how, I didn’t know what about, and I didn’t really know what it would take to accomplish such a thing, but I knew then that, as I grew out of my twenties, that I wanted to have written a book before I turned 30.

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The Redemption of Erâth: Volume One – Consolation, Chapter 8

Chapter 8


Many months passed, and there was no word from the south and no sign of retribution from Garâth of the Fortunaé. The people of Burrowdown returned to their daily business, with anxiety at first, certain that at any moment constables of the Fortunaé would bear down upon them and set their town alight. Gradually, though, their nervousness faded, and as spring passed into summer the incident became of increasingly less concern, and on late evenings in the Burrow Wayde, people would even begin to laugh about what had happened.

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