stories

He ran through the garden in the whipping wind and round to the front of the house and down the little drive, but a great metal gate had close over the entrance. He could not fit under. He did not think he could climb over-it was tall and spiky. The wall looked too smooth to scale. His only hope he...

Sir Stangreve was not lying, he felt fairly sure, but he was telling precious little of the truth.

I would like you stay here with me, Beryloam-to be my guest, while we look into the matter of the witch woman, and others like her. She may after all think to seek retribution, but she will neither find you nor come near you here. And while you're here I might introduce you to some of my associates, who are...

The parishioner looked at Beryloam and said, 'You are an extraordinary boy, from all I've heard.'

'-and Gamy won't budge,' said a girl's voice.