Stout Henry pulled the blade of the staff from Farmer Jonas’ chest. The crowd of Cotsberry competitors, families and fans from the small farming town…
Ferd’s guards, sent to apprehend Stout Henry and bring him back to face his sentence – death – had decided instead to have him face…
In honor of my friends and fellow bloggers either taking part in the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) or just writing for the pleasure of…
“My name’s not Ognob,” said Ognob, for the third time in as many minutes. “It’s Daryl. And this is NOT the way back to my…
“This man,” shouted the Magistrate, “who has come before us, an inhuman wretch, devoid of pity; void and empty; stands before you exposed. Let they…
Being a generally peaceful land, few people ever saw the inside of Cotsberry Prison, and those that did were often the sons of nobles who…
Stout Henry walked with a quick step toward Cotsberry Market, leading a beautiful brown mare. He looked up at the morning sun, adjusted his broad…
I was writing a new Stout Henry story last night, when I got the idea to try and model him with the character creators from…
This is a story about Stout Henry, an average citizen of an average land, doing the average things one might do, in a land far…
