Het hof van MarkelotDe fundamenten van het kasteel Markelot trilden in hun voegen, het feestgedruis was enorm. Heer Deneweth, koning en heerser van vijf uitgestrekte landen had een zware slag thuisgehaald. De belegering van de koningin Van Tieghem en de adelen van Decruynaere was succesvol geweest. De onderhandelingen hadden ervoor gezorgd dat koningin Anne een derde van haar horigen en een groot stuk van haar land afgestaan had aan koning Deneweth opdat de belegering zou stoppen.“Lang leve koning Deneweth,” riepen de aanwezigen.“Laat het feestmaal komen,” antwoordde de koning gul. Zijn stem klonk licht. Vele ridders, huurlingen, jonkvrou
The Garden of IceTHIS IS THE SEQUEL OF TWISTED RIDDLE.Ze had niet meer nodig,dan de wind op haar gelaat,om te voelen dat ze leefde.Met een zucht van ijs,een blad strelend,Kon ze druppels oogsten.Diep in gedachten verzonken,maar ook niet te diep,want dan vroos ze vast.He looked him straight in the eyes. He shook his head. He was locked up in the isolation cell once more due to having cried out loud at night. Just. Because he had felt to at that moment. Silence had returned. They were playing the chess of glance.“Why?”Farray didn’t answer. It just was there. It didn’t sit, stand nor float. Instead of answering, a ques
I choseThe early morning light brightly threw its first rays of sunshine over the horizon. The engine of her car was humming softly. She took her sunglasses, unfolded the frame and put it up her nose. Those hand movements were familiar. Far too familiar. There had never been a change. If being a human would mean to take a leap, she would only be able to look back at the times she tried to hop. Forward was the only direction, pointing out itself, dragging her behind.But not this time. This time she would be the one that would make a decision, for decisions never made themselves. And yet again, what is a decision anyway? Doesn’t or mind already
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