Rings of Honor

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The tomb of Lady Arndale, great witch of renown, was so vast that when they lifted the luminaries conjured into their hands up high, they still could not see the top of the cavern or the other side. What they could see was bad enough: The cavern sloped down from where they were standing to a still, ...

The next morning, they were in the car, heading north out of the city. “Well how was I supposed to know he would ask for something so unreasonable? We couldn't just not help him, but I thought he was going to ask for like… I don't know. I guess I didn't really think,” she admitted bashfully. “Yes, w...

New Haven was awash in holiday spirit with its usual ritzy, monied touch. Paradeen Garden Park across the street from Luka’s New Haven apartment building had wreaths hung on every lamppost and vendors selling hot chocolate and cinnamon sticks. There were strings of lights everywhere. A pair of illum...

A sixty minute drive to the north of New Haven, in a valley hugged by foothills to the south and the great mountains to the north, lay the little village of Fairfield. It was one of those villages that had slowly embraced technology but not allowed it to disturb its charm. Shops still lined narrow c...

Luka sat before a stack of essays from one of his classes comparing the mythology of two ancient tablets of cuneiform from separate worlds. He had graded his way through only a small number of the essays and final grades were due by the end of the week. Motivation, though, was hard to come by. Outsi...

After an unsettling weekend and two days of grading student exams, the flyer waiting for Luka in his mail slot when he returned home from work had thrilled him. The front of the flyer advertising a sort of bachelorette party at the Golden Perch Inn was intriguing but the message on the back was what...

On Sunday mornings, Luka walked past the many coffee houses that littered his New Haven neighborhood through the stone gates that ringed the Old City into the heart of the Old Market district. At one point certain streets of the Old Market district had started to slide into hard times with rickety s...

Dark robed figures gathered in an empty warehouse in Dockside. Only moonlight shone through the high windows, creating shafts of light against the dirty floor. Rusty candelabras of varying heights and age littered the interior providing additional light from black candles that wept blood red wax. Gi...

22 years prior Gaumond Hall, north of Rhydin Luka Gaumond was five years old. He liked creating detailed dioramas with his dinosaurs and journaling his constant nature escapades around the estate. He had floppy brown hair that his mother lamented already seemed too long the day after his father’s v...

“Good morning, detective.” The aristocratic charm in the tone was a bit of an offset to the dilapidated abandoned flat Detective Julia Hassar found herself in. The walls were such a battered gray that it was impossible to know what color they once were painted, if they had ever been painted at all. ...