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From the Sea and Other Tales
From the Sea and Other Tales
From the Sea and Other Tales
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This volume contains three fantasy stories -- a monk makes a startling discovery in the attic of 'The Monastery', a fisherman realizes he has raised his son wrong when they rescue a drowned woman 'From the Sea', and finally a young woman discovers more than she bargained for in 'The Tale of Lady Spite'.

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PublisherBrent Knowles
Release dateFeb 9, 2011
ISBN9781458076830
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Brent Knowles

Brent Knowles is a writer, programmer, and game designer. He worked at the role-playing game studio BioWare (Baldur's Gate 2, Neverwinter Nights, Jade Empire, Dragon Age) for ten years, during most of which he was a Lead Designer/Creative Director. Now he writes full time. He has been published in a variety of magazines including Neo-Opsis, On Spec, and Tales of the Talisman. In 2009 Brent placed first in the third quarter of the Writer’s of the Future Contest. He is also a member of SF Canada: Canada’s National Association for Speculative Fiction Professionals

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    From the Sea and Other Tales - Brent Knowles

    What others have said about 'From the Sea'

    ... wonderfully wrought fantasy tale From The Sea by Brent Knowles... Judy Darley - Essential Writer

    The bleak setting and the hard life of a fishing village were well conveyed and the story was quite moving. Eamonn Murphy at SF Crowsnest

    From the Sea and other Tales

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    The Monastery © 2010 by Brent Knowles

    From the Sea copyright © 2009 by Brent Knowles

    The Tale of Lady Spite copyright © 2009 by Brent Knowles

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    The Monastery was originally published in Not One of Us Hidden - 2010

    'From the Sea' story was originally published in On Spec #78.

    'The Tale of Lady Spite was originally published in Tales of the Talisman Volume 5, Issue 2

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    Table of Contents

    The Monastery

    From the Sea

    The Tale of Lady Spite

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    The Monastery

    Ealon snuck quietly past the mourning monks, pausing only to stare at Abbot Wimarc’s body and the dozen monks in prayer around it. Tears welled in his eyes, but he continued on, his body still remembering how to slip silently through the shadows after all these years. At the threshold of a long building with a peaked roof, Ealon stepped clear of the shadows and became just a monk again.

    He dropped his stolen sack and opened the door to his scriptorium.

    With a sigh, he gently nudged the sack into the building and then slammed the heavy wooden door shut. The scriptorium was the largest building in the monastery, bigger even than the dormitories or the kitchens. Book covered desks competed with teetering bookshelves for place on the hardwood floors. The only light was that stolen from the moon, pouring into the room through small holes high in the roof.

    He walked to his desk, which was set in the corner to give him a view of all the copiers, though of course the apprentices were outside mourning with the other monks. Ealon felt no guilt over his absence. He was, after all, only doing what Abbot Wimarc had sworn him to do. A deathbed promise was not easily refused.

    Ealon startled when the door opened and just had time to slide the sack of stolen bread beneath his desk. His left arm throbbed with the memory of his last failed thievery.

    Brother Ealon, an irritated voice preceded Prior Miliucc’s entry into the scriptorium. Ealon ran the scriptorium, Miliucc the remainder of the monastery, with the abbot master of them both. Abbot Deanus is furious that you have not yet greeted him.

    Ealon cringed: it seemed inappropriate to refer to anyone other than Wimarc as abbot. He said, I doubt he even knows that I exist.

    Miliucc’s reply was interrupted by another voice.

    You? Ealon, you are quite well known, I assure you. The new voice startled Ealon, and he watched the speaker (followed by four dour-faced soldiers) enter the scriptorium. The man who spoke was deformed, his face smashed on the left side such that his forehead protruded and almost buried his left eye. However, he had a voice that demanded respect, power resonating with each word. The man’s torch crackled loudly, as if feeding from the nervous energy in the room.

    There can be no flame in here, Ealon said, gesturing towards the books.

    Ealon! Miliucc hissed, and one of the guards put his hand on the pommel of his sword, but Abbot Deanus only laughed.

    My apologies and please excuse my men. They have traveled far and are exhausted. Prior Miliucc, would you see that they are properly fed and given clean quarters? And take the torches.

    Miliucc cast a scathing look in Ealon’s direction, then escorted the men out. Ealon worried over the presence of the armed men. The monastery was isolated-there was little of interest to mercenaries here. At least they appeared to be Irish and not hired swordsmen from elsewhere.

    Deanus shook his head and smiled. Warriors seldom wield manners as well as they do their blades. Ealon smiled and offered the abbot a seat, but he refused.

    It has been a long ride. I just wanted to see your scriptorium before I retired for the night. It is magnificent, Deanus paused and Ealon wondered if the man joked. There were thousands of books, but

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