Lizzie Sinclaire

Category: Valiant and Sage

  • 9: Of Sweets And Sweetness

    9: Of Sweets And Sweetness

    Niamh gazed down at her breakfast, veggie hand pies (her favorite) and a little bowl of lush red brambleberries sprinkled with sugar. Unlike on previous days, she did not push the food away. She’d already had one guest. A woman called Loremaster Olangah had examined her top to bottom, checking her for any magical maladies.…

  • 8: Of Nightmares and Lore

    8: Of Nightmares and Lore

    Jeron arrived at the Mageguild Demesne to find a group of armored Valiants flanking the gate. “A guard detail?” He had never seen so many soldiers on the normally peaceful grounds. “Of a sort,” a familiar voice hailed him. Jeron turned to find Niamh’s commanding officer approaching. “Did you get my note?” “Captain Hawke,” Jeron…

  • 7: Of Letters

    7: Of Letters

    “Home again, home again.” Jeron stood at the door of his lodgings, staring at nothing. He’d waited two weeks to return to Easthaven, toiling at the expedition site to repair the last of the mage-carts and help with cleanup and investigation. The worst part was how far he was from Niamh, who was probably alone…

  • 6: Of Sunlit Pain

    6: Of Sunlit Pain

    “Niamh?” The voice sounded muffled and far away. It said nothing about keys. It made no threats. Was she finally safe from the nightmares? “Can you hear me, Niamh?” Niamh struggled until she could force her eyes open, wincing in the sudden brightness. “Easy. Take your time, please.” Something hung in her line of vision—a…

  • 5: Of Life’s Cost

    5: Of Life’s Cost

    An hour later—how was it only an hour?—Jeron perched on a crate in a Mageguild tent, recovering. Kate and Mora had joined him, hunkered on their own crates, one on each side of him. They looked as bleary-eyed and exhausted as he felt. “It was a miracle, Jeron. You said those words about healing, and…

  • 4: Of Blood and Light

    4: Of Blood and Light

    Jeron left Sage Belden and the few others he’d gathered along the way in the Mageguild tent, the safest place he could think of. He kept an eye out for threats, satisfied they were far enough away from melee. He pushed through the tent flaps, blinded for a moment by the early spring sun. How…

  • 3: Of Spring and Regret

    3: Of Spring and Regret

    Four Weeks Into the Northgate Expedition Surely her Ivory Order contacts had been wrong. Niamh peered out over fields of sun-dappled grass stirring in the wind. It was several weeks into the Northgate Expedition, and nothing was what she’d expected, especially compared to the cautionary tales her old regiment in Sylvania had fed her. Not…

  • 2: Of Exploration

    2: Of Exploration

    Niamh awoke with a start. Sunlight filtered through the high glass windows set into the stone wall of her room at the Duskcat Inn. A knock rapped into the morning quiet, followed by the sound of footsteps retreating. Shivering, she threw off the soft quilt and quickly padded barefoot across the cold flagstones. An envelope…

  • 1. Of Snow and Pie

    1. Of Snow and Pie

    She was here, finally. Niamh stepped out of the caravan she’d taken from Bounty, crossing her arms over her chest as a rush of wintry air cut right through her cloak. They’d arrived at the northeast gates of the city right on schedule, and Niamh couldn’t wait to jump out of the swaying cart, get…

  • 0: Of Important Missions

    0: Of Important Missions

    It was a fine day for anything except goodbyes. Niamh Starsong gazed around the clearing and sighed. Sun shone through the spring leaves, dappling her friend Sariel’s face with splashes of gold. Source, she was going to miss that face. “Niamh, you look miserable.” Sari interrupted her gloomy thoughts with a wry laugh. “I’m not.…