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The short story anthology set in the HS&S:WT-verse is now available to buy!

It is available as of now from Lulu.com as both paperback and ebook.

It should become available as an eBook from Apple iBooks, Barnes & Noble's Nook, Kobo, and Amazon Kindle within the next few days.

It may even turn up as a paperback on Amazon in a few weeks.

Details on the whole series here.

Well, that's it. That's the last release I plan to make in this series. I've enjoyed it, I hope you've enjoyed it too. Please don't forget to leave reviews, and thank you for reading.

You and Me Versus the World

Philad had first seen her hanging up underwear to dry. She was young and pretty, really pretty, especially so for a washerwoman. He watched her until she finished, then leapt over the fence to the banker's back yard where she had been working, to introduce himself.

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Foreigner

Every year since the war ended, on midsummer's day in the capital cities of the joint Kingdom of Turnobae-Galnorndan, there was a memorial service.

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Part 5

The letter was addressed to Ander and Lilith Terney. That was either a mistake or a hint, because they weren't married. He was the son of a city guardsman from Tasal in Inpokkar, she was the daughter, only child, and heir of one of the most prominent nobles of that city, Viscount Rothsun. Who exactly they were and how they came to be living together in a cottage in the foothills of the Addrenn Mountains was a complete mystery to everyone in the area, but not to a grand total of five people, two of whom were themselves, and the other three were a hundred miles away.

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Apologies that there was no short story last month.

It Runs in the Family

In the Dwarven capital of Akallmil, Oryan, they liked order. They liked things to be sensible, and reputable, and that tomorrow should be much like today. The Human mafia based there? Not so much.

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Trepid Explorer

"Spread your legs."

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Playing Doctor

"And stay out!" The door slammed shut, but not after a saucepan had clanged off the cobbles of the street that Max was now standing rather sheepishly on. His wife wasn't all that fond of him anyway, and now, in these circumstances...

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Orcish Commitment

The two Orcs and the Human sat in awkward silence. Awkwardness was not a natural state of being for Orcs, making the situation ever more uncomfortable. The human, a woman named Gisele, had put the baby to sleep a few minutes earlier, right after they had arrived back at Megnil's, the male Orc's, den. It had been Megnil's suggestion, and he'd made it to try and reduce the number of reminders about his foolish past. The child, product of a union between him and Gisele, now slept peacefully on a pallet in the rear section of the den. Megnil's new marriage-bound, the other Orc, was from another tribe, and the two had met each other long after Gisele had left the area to move to Port Retter. The people in the Human capital of Yalkat were not sympathetic to a Human woman who had had a child by an Orc, and had forced her out.

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Pancake Day

"Pancakes!"

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Origin Story

The Elf leaned back against the wall and slid down it. When she reached the bottom, she curled over and started to cry. That was how her room-mate in the Mages Wing in the palace of Darash found her two hours later. She quickly put her homework scrolls down and came over to give her a hug. "Serpenita, what's wrong?"

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I know I've not done one of these in a while, but I had to do a whole bunch of them to make up the wordcount in NaNoWriMo. Turns out that turning a song into a story only generates about 34k words, not 50k.

A New Kind of Golem

Liuprand was young for a wizard developing golems. His tutors had decided he'd got a knack for it, and had encouraged him to study extensively in the schools of magic that most readily leant themselves to the construction and animation of lifeless matter - Earth Elementalism, Enchantment, Body Control, and Necromancy.

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Last Stand

Councillor Hardaker was not sure he could cope with another palace coup. He was, after all, in his seventh decade of life, and in his four-and-a-half decades of service at the court of Sullicania he had owed fealty to seven monarchs - and it looked like an eighth was imminent.

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Heroes

There were screams in the distance, and the sounds of battle. There shouldn't have been, there wasn't a military post anywhere near them. Just the constable in his office, and the few weapons he had in racks to hand out to the men of the village when there was a hue & cry, or bandits threatened. They had not had to be used for many years - until now.

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Toll

The rain was nearly horizontal, the wind was so fierce. It drove into Davon's eyes as he squinted down the road in the evening light. He really hated sentry duty in winter.

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Not the same traveller as the last one

The Cultist and Toffeemaker was the only inn in the town.

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Current Events

There were no birds. That was what first struck the traveller as odd. Sure, this wasn't a very hospitable environment, what with the thin soil, the jags of ruins poking through it every few yards, and the scorching heat, but there were plenty of trees nearby, lots of bushes and tufts of grass-type stuff - places for birds to nest and find things to eat in, in other words.

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It's a bit dark, this one

These are the sun-baked plains of the west of Doronatha. They extend hundreds of miles inland, almost from the coast to the foothills of the Ridgeback Mountains. They are a harsh place, sparse and barren, fit only for growing thin crops of fruit and light grazing. There are few trees, hills are low and gentle, and the people are used to getting by against the harsh conditions. But sometimes, the harsh conditions are not all environmental.

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A short story that has been sat on since mid-March.

An Inkling of Something Important Occurring

The roadside refugee camp was a mess, although it was hard to tell in the dark. All a traveller could see as they approached were the dotted campfires, the shadows of makeshift tents, silhouettes of people moving occasionally from fire to fire, and when you got really close, the slumped forms of the disconsolate token guards, sitting on rocks by the side of the road, spears propped over their shoulders.

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It's been a long time since I wrote anything in the HSASWT-verse, I need to make sure I haven't lost my mojo.

A Little Something About Orcs

The cave was packed with warriors, and lit by pine torches, that gave off a not-unpleasant scent as they burned. The heat in the massive space was sweltering, even in the cool spring. The Captain solemnly tied the cloth insignia to the new Sergeant's arm, and stepped back.

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