
Dust and Decay - Chapter 13 - By Sean P. Wallace
Horse nickered and snorted as they approached the edge of the Teotek’s wards. Damn happy to get out in the open.
Sean is an editor, writer, and podcast host at Geek Pride, as well as a novelist. His self-published works can be found at all good eBook stores.

Horse nickered and snorted as they approached the edge of the Teotek’s wards. Damn happy to get out in the open.

William B. Naismith hated anything less than luxury. On the road, he made do to foster a ‘man of the people’ image, but at home he lived as he deserved.

Since the man in black captured Penelope, everything felt different. No, that wasn’t right: the world had remained the same, but she was different.

Shadows Fade encountered her first dark spirit when she was eight.

Dust took to his heels and made a break for the tunnel he entered through. Through blackened fangs, shrieks filled the stinking air.

Dust put out the light to descend the carved ladder. He needed to concentrate on any sounds, smells, or magic coming from below, and he’d be better off not…

The Sister and Reeves went to say some goodbyes. It was only polite: they’d stayed with the Governor for a few days, gotten to know his family and servants.

Gentle Branch, the Chief’s most-trusted warrior, was the one ordered to take Dust to Kehuadinune’s secret entrance.

They were not the oldest. Many had spent more time on this world. They were not the strongest. Many had greater influence and power. They were not the best.

Thin Creek led them between the Teotek tents, mostly animal skins and wooden poles tied with thin rope. Some were enormous canvases, big as a bar.

Joshua McManaman had hated every moment of the last few weeks. Hated wasting time fighting those… things whilst the damned Wanted Man was still out there.

The fist graced the tip of Dust’s hair. A nice try from his opponent. He countered by grabbing her arm and throwing her over his shoulder.