"The Thin Line," Part H
\*\*\*\*\* My duty as an honest narrator, let alone an elf, mandates that I tell you I wept later that night. Some of it, to be sure, was fear; fear of what seemed like some kind of storm that was gathering around me, but from which I had no...
"The Thin Line," Part G
\*\*\*\*\* The next pawful of days passed uneventfully, unless you count Bagoum dropping twelve straight shove-copper matches to me. The stakes were comparatively low: the ram had to mow both the front and the back yard of the bungalow, a task...
"The Thin Line," Part F
\*\*\*\*\* My initial thought had been that, clinking and pouring notwithstanding, I was about to deal with some feral furs. I was not that far wrong; it was Schweink and Bagoum, who by either some unerring instinct, or by the means of observing...
"The Thin Line," Part E
\*\*\*\*\* I got up at one point during the early morning hours to go into the kitchen. While extreme even by the standards of Faerie, I did perform a quick check with Gramerye on that icebox to see if anything Eldritch was present. Nothing...
"The Thin Line," Part D
\*\*\*\*\* I heard the bells tolling from one of the nearby monasteries throughout the night, so it was with plenty of time that I was up and about and out of the billet by the time the sun rose. It looked to be a rather sunny and cloudless...
"The Thin Line," Part C
\*\*\*\*\* I sat down while the Marshal's clerk fluttered to his seat. He selected a reed and sharpened it, while winking at me. "Don't use quills, lad. Might be someone I know." I nodded, and he must have seen the expression on my face. ...
"The Thin Line," Part A
_(Author's Note: This story was originally published in serial format. The "\*\*\*\*\*" designation shows where the original episodic breaks were located.)_ \*\*\*\*\* It was not difficult to discern that my drill instructor was peeved at me....