The Foundling of Snawbyr Crygg – Chapter 12-ii

Some way farther down, the track split into two. . . . another, narrower ridge curved off eastwards . . . Where does that lead?” . . . “Nowhere we want to go.” . . . “I don’t understand.” Ythac sighed heavily. “There’s an old forest . . . we do not speak of it. . . . Now come.” Wycan allowed himself to be led on. But glancing back along that trail he couldn’t help but wonder. . . .

The Foundling of Snawbyr Crygg – Chapter 10-i

. . . the main tunnel came to a sudden end—not against natural rock . . . but a wall of chiseled stones fit so tightly together there was not a crevice anywhere, not even for a spider. In the middle of that wall was a door sheathed in iron plate with three great hinges on the left side, and three massive bolts on the other rammed deep into its rock frame. Wycan eyed that gate intently. His way out at last?

The Foundling of Snawbyr Crygg – Chapter 6

“(Edsyr and Bomac) want to catch you out in something they can take to Morok. . . . They want you locked away for good. Be careful: as I said, they’ll be watching you.” For a moment, (Ystrid) stayed looking down on him, then, without warning, she bent, kissed his cheek, and hurried out. Dear Readers, my voice is still raspy on account of the smoke from 20 or so wildfires that raged throughout this forested region this past month and which still smoulder in places. I hope that all will be better soon and that the narrations will return to normal, sincerely, GC Bonus item: diagram of Snawbyr interior

The Foundling of Snawbyr Crygg – Chapter 4

When at last the guard unlocked the door and let him go, Wycan looked suitably penitent. But inwardly, he was a hawk about to fly! Dear Readers, if you detect a certain rasp in my voice right now it is on account of the 20 or so wildfires that have been raging in this forested region for over 3 weeks and which are still being fought. I hope no less than you that the air will improve soon and that the narrations will return to normal, sincerely, GC

The Foundling of Snawbyr Crygg – Chapter 1

The Dunderfosse’s western edge was bounded by a mountain range so high its icy caps were lost in cloud year-round. Gom’s spur led up the grandest peak of all, called Snawbyr Crygg. On gazing up at it you’d certainly be awestruck. You’d never dream, though, as even Gom did not, that it was hollow, and that people dwelt therein. . . .