As Alpha and Bravo flew through the catacombs, the temperature outside plummeted. Mala covered Felsted’s face and head with a Nirosk veil he carried with him for his own purposes. The veil, spun from Caldomede spiders’ silk, allowed the wearer, assuming their mind was adequately prepared and receptive, to see…

Suddenly, a line of dwarves chained to each other came into view. Even in spirit they looked weak and dishevelled. Their long hair looked like old bundles of rope that had been left to dry in the desert. Most of the dwarves either could not see the thoughts or ignored…

As Felsted huddled with Mala, sheltering in the Turret Tower from the snowstorm that descended on Monikadia, his children — as he called his physical thoughts — made their way through the citadel. The Citadel was surrounded by large stone columns that held up several peripheral arched floors which, in…

Maurice loved his mother Rosa and when she died, he promised he would not disappoint her. “What’s the point in travelling?” She would say. “Everything that’s anything ends up in London!” Rosa was from a travelling family who had fled Nazi persecution during WW2. The family soon gained a reputation…

As the general perfected his mind control, he began to understand there were high risks associated with the activity. Mala, who now sat with his arm around his old master listening to the wind whistle up and down the circular staircase leading up the turret, recalled their first conversation on…