Six years ago I wrote a short novelette that was my homage and swan song to the Swords and Sorcery genre of pulp storytelling. Originally I shopped it around to publications like Weird Tales and a few small internet anthologies. Never heard back.
For a long time the manuscript sat in a folder on my desktop. Forgotten for other projects and life in general. However, the main character, a small, waifish thief continued to pop up in my head, demanding that I go back and tell her stories. There is always more Arame, always more adventures … this was her first.
On the dark streets of the Free City of Wickend’s Old District a wealthy Robathen merchant searches for a thief capable enough to reclaim a valuable Heirloom. Who he finds is not what he expected in a thief.
