Articles by Dorian Durinson

Dorian swing open the heavy oak door to his brother's apartment. He found his elder brother Declan, sat at rounded table in the center of the room, surrounded by empty bottles. The stink of spice was evident as was the lingering scent of the outsider, the jetii, Declan had called her. Declan's...

Having been relieved of his duties at the oar bench Dorian found a space in the prow of the drakkar among the others trying to find rest between shifts. He lay flat on his back, hands behind his head and closed his eyes trying to sleep. A moment later he was struck in the chest with something...

Dear Astrid, I hope this message finds you in good health and strong spirits. I owe you an apology for my lack of correspondence of late. I have run low on positive news and I chose not to burden you with every trouble we were forced to endure here, thinking that if I had, you would have soon...