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Avenue – #writephoto


Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is the ninth exciting episode of The Mad Quest!  You can start at the beginning, go to the previous chapter or to the table of contents.

I woke at dawn, crawled out of my nest of wolf fur and stretched.  I stopped with my back arched, hands still on my hips, and stared.  I must have made a noise, since the pile of pixies erupted and Sirlriend emerged.

“What’s up?”

“The stones,” I said.  “They moved.  Not just a little.”

The dwarf king looked at me.  “You didn’t know?”

“Know what?”

“The stones are giants.  The get up at midnight and dance in the moonlight.  They settle down at dawn.  Every night.  Last night.  I’m surprised they didn’t wake you.”

“He slept through it, like a cub,” Warph said.

Everyone was up.  They were looking at me. Continue reading


Ascent – #writephoto


Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is the ninth exciting episode of The Mad Quest!  You can start at the beginning, go to the previous chapter or to the table of contents.


I woke up feeling very warm and snug for being outside.  Why was I wearing a heavy fur blanket?  The blanket moved causing me to jump up.  As soon as I was up I felt silly.  Warph had snuggled tightly against me.  Merla, who usually kept her distance when sleeping, was snuggled up on the other side of the giant wolf.  At first I missed the little king, but then I realized that he was curled up right on top of the huge predator.

Warph got up with a yawn and stretched.  Sirlriend jumped off of his back and started getting breakfast ready.  He seemed chipper and ready to go.  Merla drug herself up, did her own yawn and stretch, looked at me and smiled.

“How did you sleep?” she asked.

“Actually, good.  That is odd.  How about you?”

“Better than I have since I left my dog Trolver before our adventure.”

Warph growled.  “Don’t compare me to no dog…”  Merla winked at me.  “I saw that!  Just because I’m a wolf doesn’t mean…  Hmmm.  Anyway, I slept pretty good too, if you were wondering.” Continue reading

Splash – #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is the ninth exciting episode of The Mad Quest!  You can start at the beginning, go to the previous chapter or to the table of contents.


After the dragon left we reentered the cabin and filled our empty sacks with dried food.  There was plenty to choose from, but with a sigh we knew better than to grab anything that was messy, heavy or perishable.  We didn’t know how long our journey would take.

Once back in the open Silriend gave us the lay of the land.

“We want to avoid the desert.  The only reason we survived was through the help of the Ghosts of the Hidden.  To the north there are the untracked Snowy Mountains, to the south the Deadmans Swamp, so named because nobody has ever entered and come back alive.  I think our best chance is to skirt the swamp to the north, staying on the fringes between the desert and marsh.  Let’s go this way.”

There was a well-marked path through the light forest just south of the desert.  The traveling was easy.  We spent most of the day with easy walking and stopped at a convenient spot for the night.  The next day we started again.

“This is too easy,” I said, half to myself.

“Oh hush up,” Merla said.  “You are always the glass is half full and the longer we talk about it the more evaporates kind of guy.” Continue reading

Footprints – #writephoto


Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is the ninth exciting episode of The Mad Quest!  You can start at the beginning, go to the previous chapter or to the table of contents.

We had been racing through the tunnels for what seemed eternity, but I’m sure was only a few minutes.  We had lost the last bit of light within seconds and had been moving by feel.  That feel became deep fear when we felt only open air under our feet.  It was momentary and we only dropped about three feet, but to me it was a warning, there could be a sudden drop at any time.

“Stop,” I said.  “Let’s catch our breath and then move at a sane pace.  I’m not in the mood to hit a well or something.”

“Fine,” Silriend said.  “I’m with you there.  That drop was bigger than me…”

“You don’t seem to know these caves,” I said.

“Of course not,” the little guy said. Continue reading

Shelter – #writephoto


Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is the ninth exciting episode of The Mad Quest!  You can start at the beginning, go to the previous chapter or to the table of contents.

I saw daylight in front of us and started to rush, but the little king held me back.  It wasn’t long before we could see the sky.  The butterfly flew out into the open and I watched it, half envious of its freedom.  Little hands grasped me.  Looking down at Silriend I realized that I was just one step away from a large drop.

“Follow me,” the little man said.

There was a hidden way chiseled into the stone.  After a very short passage, we found ourselves at the top of a stone ladder.

Silriend went first, then me, then the prince and Merla guarded the rear.

We stopped at the bottom to regather.  It didn’t take a genius to know that there would soon be Snow Demons crawling all over the land trying to find us.  We had to meet up with our people, with Thworn, and leave Slore as soon as possible.  But I hated to leave our little bit of shelter to search them out.

I shouldn’t have worried, for we walked for only five minutes before we saw our people.

“What did you find?” Thworn asked when he saw me enter the camp.  “Did you find a safe way into the stronghold?”

Prince Branfel pushed past me before I could answer.

“Ah, Thworn, my trusted lieutenant,” the prince said.  “I should have known that you would rescue me.  What a brave and daring plot you had.  I will make sure you are richly rewarded.” Continue reading

Carved – #writephoto


Photo By Sue Vincent

Note – this is the ninth exciting episode of The Mad Quest!  You can start at the beginning or to the table of contents.

“Do you need anything?” the little man asked.

“No, we are set,” Merla said.

We were in a room carved out of living stone.  Chairs were carved into the walls, some at the wee-folk height yet some that could fit us full grown humans.

“Good.  I am glad to meet you in person at last, Merla the farseeing and Lorunce the abled ear.”

I was about to ask how he knew our names, but Merla began to speak.  She was quicker in the brain than I was, so I let her be the leader, though typically our people are more male dominated.

“The pleasure is ours.  What should we call you?  Perhaps Silriend, Lord of the Small folk?”

Our host smiled.  “At your service.  I see that my reputation has proceeded me, as yours has you.  Good, good.  I think we will work well together to overcome our common enemy, no matter what our past may have held.”

Merla smiled and did a short bow in his direction.  Continue reading

Ahead – #writephoto


Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is the first exciting episode of The Mad Quest!  If you have already started, you can go to the table of contents.

“Let’s stop here,” Merla said.

We were slightly off of the well-worn path and hidden from most directions.  The trail had taken a high ridge, for visibility I was sure, but our path to the side was nearly invisible.  In ways it was risky.  If we couldn’t be seen, we ourselves wouldn’t be able to see those approaching.  But then we decided that, I, who by reputation could hear an ant walking from a kilometer away, would be able detect anyone who approached.  Where my ears left off, my nose picked up.  Friends and enemies both said I could smell danger, whether to face it head on or run from it depended on who was talking.

It was just a short rest to take a little food.  I knew Merla also wanted to plan our next step.  I watched her and let her think.  It was pleasant watching Merla, but I also had to think about how we were sitting in this most unlikely, and very dangerous, spot, just the two of us. Continue reading

Arch – #writephoto


Photo by Sue Vincent

No color or chroma reaches my night-dead eye.  The sun sets over the ruined cathedral.  And there is me, awake again, hanging in the middle, with the ghosts of the past on one side and the shadows of the future on the other, dangling between history and destiny, on this arch of time.

The hollow, no longer hallow, walls stretch above me, the marble has been stripped away, revealing broken brick and rubble.

Entering through my secret door, I taste the evening, taste her, taste the world, the world of the everlasting Now.

I walk through the cathedral, once the place of long forgotten saints and archbishops, of king and peasant long turned to dust.  I can still see their faces on the crumbling walls.

How the mighty have fallen, the holy rotted.  Continue reading

Dark – #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

With no wizard’s light to guide us, we ran through the darkness.  Occasionally a great leap of fire was reflected on the dark stone, casting an evil red glare across our party, but mostly we moved through a black so deep it seemed a physical force.  On we went, stubbing toes and scuffing hands as we ran in pitch black.

“I see light,” the sharp eyed elf yelled.  “Daylight!”

We ran faster, though us mere mortals could see naught.  I bumped into a man, a common occurrence in this mad dash.  But then something amazing happened.  I could make out his form.  In a few more steps, I too could see the cool blue daylight.  We might make it!

There were guards at the entrance, but they were expecting an attack from the outside, not one from within.  We swept them away without an injury on our part and pushed out into the open. Continue reading

Dusk – #writephoto


Photo by Sue Vincent

I hated to do it, but I had to get up and stretch.  After sitting for hours I was getting pretty stiff.  I was afraid, though I knew he’d forgive me if I missed him.  My sister, Martha, gave me a look that was both questioning and understanding.  It had been a very long day.

The sky was just beginning to catch the evening fire as I walked out of the back door.  I went to the edge of the yard, stopped and watched as the sun dipped towards the lake.

I had forgotten how beautiful it was around Mom and Dad’s house.

Memories of my childhood came back.  Playing in the fields just behind my parent’s house.  Swims in the lake.  Hikes in the hills.  I remembered the forts in the woods I made and lazy rainy days watching out of the window.

Dad and I had a major falling out when I was in my early 20s.  It was funny, I couldn’t ever remember exactly what it was about, but the resentments lingered.  As his sunset years approached, I reached out, tentatively at first.  We started to meet over at Martha’s house and last summer he had stayed with me. Continue reading