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It’s been a while since I’ve published anything here. I’ve been busy, with life and with finishing my story, as well as updating the official website, sage-eyes.com. In order to consolidate, I’m moving this blog over there. It has a lot of information about the book I’m writing and about me. I will still be coming up with blog posts, hopefully with more frequency, and hope you check it out and comment!  Also, my book has a trailer, take a look!

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Long trips can bring the worst out in people. Especially between a princess and a thief.

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Gotta find them all

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Simon asks Princess Tiffany to dance with him. But should she accept?

“Lord Folling lives in there?” Tandrel asked, whistling. He blocked his eyes from the sun.

“I think he’s a duke, not a lord,” David said, crouched on the green hill outside Balaron.

“Doesn’t matter,” Simon said. “That’s a lot of open ground to cover.”

“Shouldn’t be hard for you, dressed in green. You’re more of an elf than I am,” Tandrel said.

“Shut up,” Simon said with a smile. As much as he didn’t like pulling this off in daytime, they’d heard that magical wards came on during the night, which would alert the owners to their presence. So they began their exodus. Luckily, they found no guard in sight.

“For once my short stature comes in handy,” David crowed from under his green blanket he used to cover himself as he ran. The other two had one as well, but ran crouching. Their knees didn’t feel very sympathetic to David at the moment.

It took about ten minutes, stopping frequently to avoid detection, for them to get to the side wall, made from smooth stones. David’s cheeks looked less red than the other two. “Ceno is going to wish he’d come along.”

“You just wanted to hear him complain,” Tandrel said. David grinned.

Looking around carefully, they found a window near ground level. Without asking, Simon stepped up on David’s shoulders and looked inside. David only grunted. The view inside didn’t look very interesting, the same as most noble estates. Some paintings hung on the walls, with a canvas on an easel facing away from him in the middle of the room. The room looked like a studio. One of the Follings liked to paint.

“Looks like it’s safe to enter,” he said, lying. Some magical alarm would probably sound, but he didn’t care. Get in, get proof, get out, don’t die. He tested the window and found it open, if a little grating. Slowly, as silently as he could, he pushed it open until he could crawl in. It felt darker inside than when looking in from the outside. Tandrel pushed David in, who fell down with a grunt. Tandrel climbed in after.

“Ok, time to find some evidence of magic.”

“You little thieves, you’ll regret even touching me.”

“Actually, since you wanted to kill us, I really doubt that. I rather like living,” Tandrel said. Simon scanned the magic pass for a moment, and tore it up. The man who had been hunting them sat tied up in a small abandoned tavern. They had little light, despite the midday sun outside. The Majestic glared at them.

“I could burn you up right now, you know.”

Simon laughed. “Stop bluffing. You would have done it already. I doubt you even know elemental magic. Yours is probably all spiritual and useless.”

“It let me find you.”

“Much good that did,” Tandrel said. “What’s so special about this gem? Why would the Follings hire a Heretic to get it back?”

The man looked back and forth between them, then sighed. “You might be able to get a nice price on the market with that, but its real value is in its magic use.”

“So you want it for yourself? Are you working behind the Follings’ back?”

“No! I mean…yes?” The man drooped his head.

Simon and Tandrel looked at each other. “Nobles using magic? Interesting…”

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