http://slow.writerscafe.org/beejai The original writings of author BJ Richardson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776194640 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 “Where are your horses?”Gavril said, “We travel light.”While at the same time Avril answered, “They slow us down.”Lokee mouthed the latter answer while looking from one man to the other with eyebrows raised in confusion. She was about to ask something more.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beejai/262713/     Kayeen sat by the shore alone. His mind was numb. It had been just moments since he had bound Kessen to himself and the shock and reality had not yet set in. Beyond that, for the first time since leaving home, Kayeen was reflecting on all that he had done.   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beejai/261469/     Kayeen was sitting alone at the table in a corner of the seedy inn. His mood was dark and his men knew that when he was like this it was best he be left alone. But the stranger, as he walked through the front door, would not have known that. The man looked out of place in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beejai/261466/     "He's still with us."    "Ashes and crypts! What does it take to lose this guy?"    Bloodeye did not answer. He was too busy scanning rooftops for a good vantage point. Sting looked over at his partner and veheme.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beejai/261464/     "Who are those men and what are they doing on my ship?" Arsin, red faced and through clenched teeth asked as he stormed into what used to be his cabin. "I don't like the looks of them and I want them off."    Kayeen simply leaned back.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beejai/261462/     Many years past the Hanoit people had broken into what the world today calls civilization. Through trade with the Grellene people to the west and the Roma to the northwest, they were taught the planting of corn, the domestication of cattle, and the smithing of bronze tools.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beejai/261460/     Avril was alone, asleep on a beach. Suddenly he awoke as the sand began shifting and shaking all around him. He felt as though he, along with a good portion of the beach, was being lifted into the air. Frightened and confused, Avril tried burying his arms deep into the sand t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beejai/261458/     Things just weren't the same since Kayeen had left. Home just didn't feel like home ever since he had walked away from that table and out of their lives. Avril felt like he needed to go too, but he just couldn't. Something was still missing. There was still some piece of the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beejai/261452/     "Keep that sword up! Ignore the burn."    Paeder knew that his sword had not fallen an inch. His eyes narrowed at the arms master's shouts, but he dared not even glance in that direction. His eyes were only for his older brother, Galad, who was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beejai/261446/     Arsin watched the hooded young man enter the tavern. Without removing his hood the man spoke briefly with a barmaid who nodded towards Arsin's table. The man looked over, breathed in deeply, and then walked resolutely in Arsin's direction.    "Sit d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beejai/261441/     There was a softness to the fallen log in the damp woods. It had long lain undisturbed at what seemed to be its final resting place. Peat moss steadily doing a thorough job of camouflaging the dead wood and an army of various insects were busy making a feast of its interior... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beejai/261440/     Avril read the letter. Then he read it again. Then he asked, "You were part of the Society?"    His father nodded.    "You were part of the Council?"    His father nodded again, and then rep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beejai/261438/     Everything was shaded in fog. The thick moisture hovering in the air gave the world around him an ethereal quality. Or at least it would to a stranger to this area. Having been born and raised in these Northern woods, the fog was for Avril a matter of course. Long ago he had .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beejai/261437/     Defiantly, the tree holds tightly to its one remaining leaf. As gust upon gust of wind rips through its branches declaring to the world that winter has come, obstinately holding on, the leaf remains. Many others have fallen this day. They were the last hangers on in a seasonal bat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beejai/261435/ Defiantly, the tree holds tightly to its one remaining leaf. As gust upon gust of wind rips through its branches declaring to the world that winter has come, obstinately holding on, the leaf remains. Many others have fallen this day. They were the las http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beejai/261413/