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Silk and Steel

Ahoi! We’ve reached part 2 of the book, which is called Stone The Crows so to celebrate here’s another bit of quote-ish-ness and some fabulous artwork by Tithi Luadthong 🙂

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Duke Bastion Vandellin paced his hall with slow, pensive steps, drinking in the portraits installed along its length as he passed each Grand Duke who had gone before him. It was not a hereditary line. He could take no comfort in the familiarity of blood lineage which had placed him here. No. The only thing he had in common with these other men and women was the strength to stand up and claim, above all other pretenders, the right and the might to rule.

It was disconcerting. In the past week skyships had docked from Lyccandrus and Pav’shma that were not the usual trading vessels – though they had the right credentials, the Duke’s spies at the sky-dock had been certain enough that something was amiss to alert him to the fact.

The Vesperai Host were getting bolder too he noted; no longer on the back foot they seemed to have gained some new sense of unity and confidence as the latest assaults against their numbers had been thwarted. Some new form of protection? He guessed. Or some new ally? Was this why the church leaders hurried to his door this morning?

He paced on slowly, not caring to quicken his steps and bring himself before those vistors more hastily than he had to. Fears plagued his every consideration. Only yesterday he had been hard-pressed by demands to put a stop to the spate of jewel robberies that were sweeping through The Groves. And it wasn’t just the upper classes who were pressuring him to take action. The general workforce of the city was restless; union heads were whipping the factory workers and dock workers alike into a frenzy over unfair pay and working conditions and many of the guilds saw opportunity in supporting the rising rebellion.

The guilds had too much power. He had always said as much. Had thought, when he first came to rule, that he would chisel and chip away at their strongholds and erode the grips they had over various parts of the city and its economy. But he had been naive to the network of connections each Bharro had built up; threads which ran right through to the city council and even, he suspected, some of his own advisers and administrators.

Sweat began to bead upon his brow. There had been whispers of late. Some of his enemies – men and women who publicly declared their allegiance to him, but whom his spies informed him were known to be disloyal – had been seen meeting together. New alliances were being formed and with whom? That was the question. The attack he feared seemed to be poised to come from both without and within. He felt pinched. Assailed from all sides.

Vandellin paused before his own portrait at the end of the hall and took a deep and steadying breath. The young man who looked back at him from the frame, dressed in his Hunter uniform with his medals bright and plentiful against his scarlet shirt, was not so different from the reflection he saw in the mirror each day. He laughed at that; it meant nothing of course in a city caught fast between heaven and hell, where no one was ever born, no one ever died and nobody aged so much as a day. He had thought to leave his mark upon the city he had served all his working life, but a few short years in office and it seemed he was not going to get that chance.

He looked to the door then, beyond which the church leaders were waiting to give him their news. Were they also against him? He wondered. He shook his head. Paranoia was eating at him, he no longer knew who he could trust and he had the sudden overwhelming urge to be back in the company of his friends; the people he had grown up with, studied with, drunk with, sailed the skies with… he had been isolating himself from them the last few months, not meaning to of course, but the pressures that were growing around him seemed to demand more and more of his time. That had to change he told himself as he finally reached towards the door handle and prepared to face the music. If he truly was about to come under attack, then he needed to surround himself quickly with people who genuinely cared about him, the people who had helped him stake his claim here in the first place, the only people in all the world who he felt he could trust.

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3 responses

  1. Oh I love Tithi’s artwork, and the quotes are just gorgeous🥰
    Book Two…yay!🤗 I’d become so wrapped up in the story I somehow forgotted the part about there being three parts😳Ooh…the plot, it thickens. Everywhere, it seems. Particularly for – against – the Duke.

    If he truly was about to come under attack, then he needed to surround himself quickly with people who genuinely cared about him, the people who had helped him stake his claim here in the first place, the only people in all the world who he felt he could trust.

    Blimey, I sure hope that the folks who helped him – those he’s counting on to be trustworthy – aren’t key players in the scurrilous plots too.😬 Tis a wonderful introduction, I loved learning all about the Duke and the Dukedom. It’s a marvellous read, every bit as fascinating as it is foreboding…
    Thank you, as always, for sharing it with us! xxxxxx❤️

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    May 25, 2020 at 4:21 pm

    • Penny Blake

      Oh I’m glad you love Tithi’s work I’m a huge fan! 😀 Tee hee, ummmm… would I do that to the poor Duke? Really? Methinks you know me wicked self too well! … XD XD XD XD Thankyou so much for all your lovely comments my treasure! I’m sorry I’ve not been online for a bit to keep up with everything – will try and find the ball and get back on top of it! 😉 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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      June 5, 2020 at 1:51 pm

      • Aw…you’re welcome🥰 You need never say sorry…but tis always utterly lovely to see you when you can make it❤️ Oh Tithis work is gorgeous!😻
        Tee hee… would I do that to the poor Duke? Really? Methinks you know me wicked self too well! …
        😂😈😇😈😂
        xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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        June 6, 2020 at 6:08 am

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