So there was this guy in the tavern and he was talking about Sarralan and how everybody always gets it wrong. He said they see the grey sea in the winter and the flat marshes and they let the chill get in their bones because they’re not prepared for the soft, deceptive breeze that cuts […]

Now Marralya had a hundred brothers, it is said, though we know only Tarrandyle, who took for his part all the land from the Shap to the mountains, leaving only the marshes of the North. He did not take it easily; he and his brothers squabbled all over the face of the world before their […]

This is a tale from the Hinterland, and you may tell it the next time you find some knowing fool spreading the old lie that the people of the Hinterland have nothing but whatever ragged scraps they can scavenge from under the skirts of the Hegemony, that they are a people of borrowed gods and […]

On the eve of Tinker’s Dawn we had been stranded at Hardain for eight nights, and no one could tell us when the boats might move again. Up to ten days of ice was common, we gathered, perhaps more, perhaps less. The ice might even thicken, and this prospect pleased our hosts, who would hold […]