The Regent Playhouse Theatre stands where the North Canal empties into the Bay – a tall wood-and-stone building under an overhanging gothic roof, windowless on every side but for barred vents high under the eaves, its rear wall built directly over the recessed dock the canal runs into. On the night the Agents came looking ..
Author : Captain Brin
Not every ruin on the road to Arn Griishank is marked on any survey. The Mound isn’t – a barrow the Agents found only by following a scream: a ring of standing stones, long collapsed and vine-choked, circling a huge domed rise of earth that Lord Valden’s own people call one of dozens of ..
The village sits where the jungle opens onto sword-grass fields at Borthanza’s foot, its palm-thatch domed huts raised on a low hill inside the same mile-wide, doughnut-shaped scorch ring the Agents had already crossed once on the trail in. Bor-ThooDell – “lifted dead” in a tongue that doesn’t translate cleanly to Common – takes ..
A triple-masted caravel of the Jouvaine Empire, built – per her own commissioning plans – for trade, exploration, and the defence of the Empire’s sea lanes.She was doing none of those things the night the Vessentaag took her hostage in open water, passengers and crew alike held below decks under threat of the scythe. ..
A meteor shower over a public park should have been the strangest part of the night. It wasn’t. What actually came down was no meteor at all – an escape pod, skipping three times across open ground before it finally dug in and stopped, leaving a scorched furrow through the park like the mark of ..
Arn Griishank sits in a bowl-shaped depression in the jungle, the furthest south established Jouvaine settlement on any map – reached only after days of hard travel from Last Hope through forest that would rather kill visitors than let them pass. A signpost marks the approach, lettered in several languages under Lord Valden’s own crest, ..
A working chandlery on the north dockside, selling rope, tar, lamp oil and sea-wrighted goods to anyone passing through – ordinary enough by daylight that nobody had reason to look twice at it. FILE NOTES A man stumbled out of the warehouse begging for help – a huge snake had his companion, he said ..
Past the ziggurat, past the scorched strip of vegetation the meteorite left burned into the jungle, the Agents followed the roar of a waterfall to a stretch of mountain face that had no business looking the way it did. Most of the cliff was rough, natural stone – but one section, forty feet wide and ..
“In Vino Veritas, In Silvis Fortitudo” – in wine, truth; in the woods, fortitude. The Kenbro Inn advertises itself as a haven for weary travellers deep in the Greenwilds, and for most of its history that was probably even true. It wasn’t, the night the Agents stayed there. FILE NOTES A storm rolling in off ..
Behind the mountain, up a hidden lift, the Agents found something that had no business being buried in a jungle a thousand miles from any coastline. A ship, grown rather than built, its hull a ribbed, cephalopod-like dermis, cold and faintly alive to the touch. Later study has tentatively classified it as an Octopus-class ..