Isabel puts her eye to the gap between the boards. Warder is seated outside of her frame of vision, seated on a chaise by the parlor door. All she can see are his shoes, well-made of fine leather but badly scuffed at the toes, perched at the edge of the rug.
The temple is a flurry of activity—unusual, for any place dedicated to the god of the dead. Death, so the saying goes, always has time to wait. The clerics rush in and out of the wings, carrying ledgers and lists of names and figures. Incense hangs heavy in the air, and a pair of monks sing a thin, melancholy hymn.
Watcher on the wall, protect us. Master of the gate, watch over us.
This song, a retelling of the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice, is one of the few surviving examples of Norn, a Scandinavian dialect that was once spoken in the Orkneys and Shetlands. The refrain goes “Scowan urla grun/ Whar giorten han grun oarlac” (“Early greens the wood/Where the hart goes yearly”). Other extant uses of Norn include names for the colors and patterns of sheep native to the region.
There will be a new chapter of The Book of the New Moon Door this week! Stop by around Thursday. If you haven’t read the latest chapter, visit the Stories tab (above, or click the link) to catch up!
I’ll also be on or around Twitch tonight and Saturday night. I’m looking forward to getting back to a regular streaming schedule.
Not much to report this week. I’ll be trying to finish this draft of my manuscript, so there won’t be a new chapter of The Book of the New Moon Door. Once this draft is finished, there will be new and exciting things happening, so stay tuned.
I’ll be on Twitch tonight and Saturday night, 6pm US Central.
It takes a moment for Berend to notice she’s spoken. He walks half a step behind her, for a better view of the Temple District, and is doing everything in his power to keep his hands clear of his weapons. Every new pilgrim who comes into his field of vision makes his hands twitch. Someone like Belisia might not have hired only one assassin, and the gods only know what sort of horrible magic the murderer has at his disposal. Could a spirit be following Berend now? Would he be able to tell?
Happy Monday! I’ve lived in the Midwest too long to proclaim that spring is here, because winter will inevitably reappear to punish me for my hubris, but it has been very nice outside.
There will be a new chapter of The Book of the New Moon Door this week! Visit the Stories tab above to catch up before that happens, which should be Friday at the latest.
The Tea and Sidequests channel will be live on Twitch this evening and Saturday evening. ETA: Not on Saturday, I forgot about another commitment. Sorry about that.
No new chapter this week, but if you missed last week’s chapter, you can find it under the Stories tab above (or just scroll down from here on the home page). Now’s a good time to catch up on The Book of the New Moon Door! Part One will be finished in the next month or so.
I’ll be on Twitch tonight and Saturday night playing some games. You can join me if you like.
In the back of Berend’s mind, a ghost screams. He thought—more hoped, really—that he put all that behind him, but here it is, staring him in the face again. If this scar-faced boy was sent to kill him, it means someone is afraid Berend will drag the esteemed name of Belisia through the mud. That means that nothing is being done about their favored younger son, and there will be no justice for the girl he murdered.