A S Thomson, Author

Author: ASThomson

  • The Spymaster and The Rake

    The Spymaster and The Rake

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    The Seventeenth Day of the Eleventh Month of the Thirty-Second Year in the Reign of King Alfred al-Farr (Kingdom Calendar) I’ve met someone else. Someone special.” Jared’s voice cracked, turning ‘special’ into an unintelligible squeak. He coughed, thumped his chest, and repeated his declaration. The muscle below his left eye twitched. He scowled at his…

  • Pancake Heart

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    Antonius paused in the doorway to the cold-room and glanced over his shoulder. Nobody had seen him arrive, and Albeck had warned him his mother was helping with the weekly stock take. He could turn away now, leave before he made a fool of himself, and— “Antonius.” Serina’s greeting snared him as he lifted his…

  • The Violin to His Drum

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    The dirge of the pipes blanketed the hillside, mirroring the drumbeat in Chrisandor’s aching heart. You’re not a sissy, are you, boy? His father’s last words to him carved through his mind, cutting deeper than any knife. N-no, Father. He hadn’t meant to cry, but he’d fallen so fast, and his arm had burnt like…