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Iorneste - Chapter Two

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How Can I Help? Iorneste was hurt. He had thought his idea to be such a fine one. Mourne's reaction, however, indicated otherwise. They trudged now in silence, neither of them speaking, with the tunnel to Kaer Drac closing behind them. Iorneste stopped to look back. Mourne did not. He did not even stop walking. He simply stared forward, eyes vacant like a dead man. Which was a close approximation of what he felt he now was. Mourne shouted, forgetting his place. It's not permitted by sanity! Iorneste, to ...

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Iorneste - Chapter 11

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How Can I Help? Blood, Sweat and Dragon Tears. Selka assessed her opponent, watching him for weakness. The man circled her, well-trained, confident, but there was still fear in his eyes. She could see and recognize that fear. They were in a circle of the Duke Arenford's finest, all of them bent upon the outcome, the fear reflected in their own eyes. Until she had fought Yorn, she had become accustomed to that fear. He said, face full of outrage. Feet are prohibited on the battlefield, Aswan? Into her oth...

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Iorneste - Chapter Fourteen

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How Can I Help? The two suns burned high in the sky like baleful eyes of fire, and the heat had risen with them. The streets of Earlemont baked under summer's assault, and the moisture hung in the air, shimmering at a distance. Shade had become a precious commodity, and the bustle of business had slowed as the air grew heavy and still. After the roar came the dragon, racing up towards the castle, reaching up near its peak, and hovering. Some pointed, and some held up children to see it, and overall t...

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Iorneste - How Can I Help?

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How Can I Help? How Can I Help? If you want to contribute financially to the cause of writing and commissioning art for Iorneste.com, as well as the ongoing process of revising the manuscript, sending it to professional editors, and eventually cover design, and release to ebook and traditional publishers, then you have two options. Use the fancy PayPal donate button below. It can be a one-time donation, or you can make it recurring. Http:/ www.grigson.org. Comments powered by Disqus.

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Iorneste - Chapter Eight

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How Can I Help? Iorneste had been straining his senses, but the Admiral's quarters were too far away for him to hear what he hoped were the frustrated screams of the pompous little man. He had been escorted roughly into the brig, and flung bodily into a separate cell from the one he left, landing sprawled upon the floor. One of the guards spit in his direction before slamming the gates shut, and locking it, storming out of the room, openly asking his companion why they couldn't just toss him overboard.

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Iorneste - Chapter Six

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How Can I Help? A Reversal of Fortunes. The crew of the Maiden's Fancy were a strange and diverse lot, and as days passed, through shine and storm, Mourne and Iorneste got to know them a little better. The elderly Wickers, a stocky grey-haired and weather-beaten man with salt in his veins and a thick, nearly incomprehensible Suran accent served as the ship's navigator and directed their course. There were a handful of other crewmen, some barely more than children, who moved constantly about the ship, see...

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Iorneste - Chapter One

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How Can I Help? Note: This chapter has been revised. Click here. For the first draft.). Within the spacious confines of the great dragon library, young Iorneste looked about with complicated feelings about the world he was leaving behind. Indeed, dragons were not sullied by time at all. Dragons were enriched by it. Dragons were the only known creatures who grew larger and more powerful as they grew into antiquity, and from their seed the very gods were born. But also few adventures. Every Drac's name was...

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Iorneste - Chapter Five

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How Can I Help? Why are you trying to insert that needle in my face? Iorneste was indignant, one hand gripped tightly around Mourne's wrist. In the. Hand was needle and some catgut thread. They were in their cramped cabin, feeling the constant rocking and swaying of the ship, hearing the brash voices of the sailors calling from above, and their footsteps pounding overhead. Don't be a baby, Iorn. I need to close the wound.". I can close the wound. Immediately," Iorneste sniffed. Quit saying that. I am.

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Iorneste - Chapter Twelve

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How Can I Help? A Ghost in the Wood. Riding a horse had never been Mourne's favorite activity. Too much bouncing and chafing, too much time spent attending to the animal. But there was nothing for it. If you want to cross open ground quickly, there is nothing faster than a horse. Unless you can fly. Mourne had never enjoyed heights very much, and Iorneste was bound to the ground, so that was never an option. Fashion now seemed dominated by whim, and he felt old and surly and yearned for the old days....

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Iorneste - Chapter Three

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How Can I Help? It's all gone," Mourne gasped. As far as he could see in the valley below, in the spot where Sandridge should have been, he saw only flames. Iorneste came to his side immediately, peering down into the valley below. "No," he said. "Not at all. There are survivors! But only if we act right now." Before Mourne could stop him, Iorneste had already leapt over the ledge, already sliding down the steep hills to the valley below, on his way into the burning forest. Damn that hatchling for a fool.