Duncan's Last Day

Walk with me well-wisher, o'er river, brook and stream, through forest, dale and thicket, where brutes and beasties teem. Walk with me through village, through city, hamlet, town, where the honest cry and liars laugh, and kingdoms smile and frown. Walk with me, companion, where magic flows like wine, as dragons fly and fairies sigh, arcanums intertwine. All these things and else, friend, more tall tales than one can tally, await you, if you'd walk with me... Through that wondrous place: The Valley.

Who the hell is Duncan Stewart and what does he want? Why would anyone care? Who is stupid enough to help him? Find out in this lighthearted piece of sword-and-sorcery short fiction, the first penned of an intended series entitled ‘Tales from the Valley’. Enter an entertaining world of crude language, violence, magic and mirth, with enough twists to elevate it above the common escapist fare.