#fictionfriday, number 62


Welcome to #fictionfriday. Each Friday, I’m going to dedicate to something that has to do with novels, short stories, or even brief pieces. I may write some history pieces for the world of Tasguliere, pieces that have emerged since the publication of my first book, or create a whole new story. I also could review or speak in depth about some particularly interesting pieces of writing that are out there. Sit back, read, and enjoy.

Today, we continue the journey of Malair.

Malair watched as Madame Adlow moved about the bedroom area fussing about his wounds and how they had not healed yet. 

She clearly did not study him closely enough because his wounds had healed. Or maybe she knew and was not saying anything.

Either way, he was getting out today.

This Meru family was not going to get the scepter from him. He was going to find Dailen and they were getting out of Balgurzon. Dailen still held the lone scroll he had saved. He could start the search with Dailen someplace else.

That was what he would do.

He waited until Madame Adlow stepped out from the apothecary shop before he made his move.


Before she returned, he made it out of the apothecary shop and had stayed in the shadows moving into a back alley. As he approached another open alley, he stopped. Peering around the corner, he saw it was empty. He rushed across.

“Sir! Are you feeling better?” 

Malair jumped as the whisper hit him. His heart was pounding as he looked and saw Dailen emerging from behind a large shrub. 

“Dailen, it’s just you, thank goodness.” Malair said moving quickly to the shrub and pulling Dailen back into hiding. “We need to get out of—wait, how did you know I’d come this way?”

“I knew you would make it out. I’ve been watching the shop ever since Madame Adlow kicked me out.” Dailen looked down at the ground. “I’ve been having a difficult time on the street.”

“You haven’t stayed at the room in the inn?”

“They got rid of our stuff almost ten days ago.” Dailen said, his voice cracking. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save it, sir.”

Malair tipped Dailen’s face up. “It’s okay.” He wiped away tears with his thumbs. “We have everything we need.” 

“We do?” Dailen said, his voice quiet.

“We do,” Malair replied, a small smile breaking across his lips. “I’ll show it to you once we’re safely hidden.”

“I know a house we can go to, Madame Adlow won’t know where we go. I found it while I was trying to find places to sleep.” 

“Okay, show me the way.” 

Malair followed the boy through what seemed like a maze of alley-ways, buildings, tunnels into the cliff walls and patches of the city where the red leaf trees grew, the leaves cushioning every step. It seemed that the city itself were trying to hide them.

He quietly followed Dailen, trying to keep track of every turn they took. 

Dailen stopped and he almost ran into him. 

“We’re here sir.” Dailen said. Malair watched as he pushed on a portion of the wall and a solid door swung inward.

“Where exactly is here…” Malair said peering inside.

“It’s an abandoned house. I think it used t’be where some merchants lived. I found a stash of gold pieces and some spices buried in a back room sir.”

“Good. It will provide us some shelter for the time being.” Malair said stepping inside. He pushed the door closed and the room plunged into darkness.

That’s it for today’s #fictionfriday! Feel free to leave a comment or your thoughts. Pick up a copy of Plight of the Carnor, J.B. Patricks’ first novel from Amazon in paperback or get the Kindle version and learn even more about Tasguliere!

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