II-14: Trail of Blood – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – The retching echoed in the small room like something dying, each heave ripping through Greg’s body with violent force. On his knees in the darkness, forehead pressed against the rough stone floor, Greg’s whole world narrowed…
II-15: Trail of Blood II – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – And that’s how Greg ended up here, sitting in what turned out to be the castellan’s office. Apparently, a castellan is the guy who handles running a castle while the lord’s out. The more you…
II-16: The Bard – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – His body was sprawled across the cold, damp stone floor of his cell, the sparse straw beneath him offering little more comfort than a maiden’s chaste kiss. Each labored breath formed a misty cloud in the frigid…
II-13: Who’s Hunting Who? – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – A stew pot bubbled gently in the center of a clearing atop an open fire, steam rising in thin wisps into the cool forest air. The rich scent of rabbit meat, onions, carrots, and potatoes drifted…
II-11: A New Sun II – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – “Ash, run!” he yelled, voice slicing through the stillness as he stared at all the bandits charging his way, both on foot and on horseback, loud intimidating roars coming from all of them. The little…
II-12: A Witch’s Ire – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Greg held the bloodstained straw doll loosely in his hands, his nose wrinkling. Every time his fingers brushed against the twisted fibers, they seemed to catch and drag across his skin like tiny hooks trying to…
II-9: Shifts In the North II – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – The chill of the Northern air bit into Lord Harrick Snowthorn’s flesh as he strode through the dimly lit corridors of Hartshold, each click of his boots echoing against worn stone like drops of…
II-10: A New Sun – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – He walked through the dense forest, boots crunching over leaves and twigs that snapped like tiny bones, the damp air heavy with the scent of pine and earth that reminded him way too much of summer…
II-7: The Price of Fame II – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Greg had gotten a few interesting receptions in all the towns and villages he had been in since he had shown up in Westeros. Most of them had been oddly hesitant about him, a…
II-7b: The Price of Fame IIAuthor’s Note: This is the first NSFW chapter I’ve ever written, at least one with sex. It’s only gonna be on QQ so, if you read Nerd In the North there, you’re seeing this there. – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –…
