We can’t keep this up,’ Stig said. Hal looked at him, eyes red-rimmed from salt water and exhaustion.
The wolfship was only a few hours from Cape Shelter when the massive storm hit them.
Halt and Will had been trailing the Wargals for three days. The four heavy-bodied, brutish creatures, foot soldiers of the rebel warlord Morgarath, had been sighted passing through Redmont Fief, heading north.
It had been raining for days. Not heavy rain, but a steady, persistent, soaking rain that finally overcame the protective oil in their woollen cloaks and worked its way into the fabric itself, making it heavy and sodden.
Wolfwind emerged from the pre-dawn sea mist like a wraith slowly taking physical form.
Morgarath, Lord of the Mountains of Rain and Night, former Baron of Gorlan in the Kingdom of Araluen, looked out over his bleak, rainswept domain and, for perhaps the thousandth time, cursed.
On an icy fifteen-degree September morning in Orange, New South Wales, four people unknowingly set off a chain of events that would lead to a major homicide investigation and three dead.
Relatives were lowering my mother into the ground when my father implored the crowd to sing ‘Amazing Grace’ for the third time.
In the spring of my senior year, my mother decided it was time to teach me how to be white. It was the only colour I couldn’t perform.
Imagine an octagonal structure. Each of the eight sides, named alphabetically from A to H, is in fact a long building, filled with cells.
I’m about to change into my school uniform when I notice the man floating outside my bedroom window.
Robin notices her three times on the trail, nodding a friendly hello as friendly hellos are expected here, before she stops to introduce herself: Lucy.
My name is Willa Jane Tait and today is the best worst day ever.
This would be her fifth wedding this year and it was not yet March. And yet she couldn’t help but enjoy it as if it was her first wedding.
My phone erupts into Darth Vader’s ‘Imperial March’. I scoop Charlie off the polished concrete floor and lower him into the shopping trolley, shove AirPods into my ears and brace myself.
After a week of greyish cotton wool blanketing the city sky, an infinite stretch of clear blue finally greeted me as I waited to cross Seventh Avenue.
Like many others, I did not see it coming. But William is a scientist, and he saw it coming; he saw it sooner than I did, is what I mean.
Death always visited me in August. A slow and delicious month we turned into something swift and brutal. The change, quick as a card trick.
One violet twilight, I sat motionless on the grassy edge of a small neighboring meadow.
Shane Warne’s passing on 4 March 2022 was a stunning moment for many Australians, who will always recall where they were when they heard the news about his heart attack in the island resort on Koh Samui, Thailand.