All Chapters of The Book of Deceive: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

THE HERO   Peace lasted for 300 long years, until one day, while I walked down the lonely forest path, something large appeared from the bushes. The large creature had a nightmarish appearance; the sharp rows of dagger-like teeth, that appeared under the upper lip, gleamed in the shade, the small, narrow placed eyes shinned with an unnatural fiery glow. I moved a step back. The creature followed. I took out my sword; the creature eyed me with a stony stare. "You think you stand a chance against me?" the creature hissed. "You're brave or foolish or both at the same time." "Who knows?" "Ravens cry in the night, When someone is gonna die. The devil prepares the graves. The wolves, Heralds of the Wolf God are coming. Footsteps coming closer. The wolves, side by side… They come… They

A FOLK TALE Once there was a king, who had three sons and only one daughter, who was caged and kept as his most precious possession. When the girl matured, she asked her father to let her go out with her brothers for a walk around the castle, the father agreed. When she went out, a dragon appeared out of nowhere, grabbed her and disappeared into the clouds. The brothers ran to their father and told him what happened. They will gladly search for their sister. Their father agreed, gave them each a horse and everything what they will need on the road, and so they went.  On their long journey they, finally, found a castle that levitated between the clouds and the ground. They thought that their sister might be in there high above them. They started making a plan. The brothers thought and thought, until they came up with a plan. The plan was simple, they need a rope, but where to find a rope, in the middle of nowhere, they turned towards the horses. The two younger b

 SCENE I  Lablin, one of the few larger towns in Rowena, is and always will remain a lively place, to say the least, more entertaining than most places and less entertaining than a few better places. Even to this day there is no difference; most people hope that there won’t be one and that things will never change. Who would like to change in a place like this? Nobody in the right mind state, but there are those that would. Who could blame them? Nobody, maybe they like the quietness of village or the song of the mountains as they snake their way through the shear, rugged and cold mountain paths. People have different tastes, in everything, but most returned to Lablin. Why you may ask? The people themselves couldn’t answer. Some would say it’s the market, the theater, the library, the square, the city hall or maybe it’s because of the pedlars. Whatever th

 They appeared from the bush, silent as shadows, a group of at least a hundred man armed to the teeth. They rode in silence. The horses were silent, as well. The whHao taiga was silent. There was nothing else to it, nothing at all. Why and from where did they come to this part of taiga? What did they search for? Those were questions that were hard to answer.Their faces were covered with beech-wood masks that gathered above the forehead that was decorated with two long straps of colorful cloth. The rest of the mask was decorated with fur, feathers or colored pieced of oak that made a form of harmony. A harmony that was terrifying, to say the least, but none the less it was a form of harmony. Some might say it was a horde of demons that rode their terrible cavalcade, they weren’t wrong. This group was more demon than man. They rode.  The leader stopped, looked at the sky above. An eagle flew above, it was an omen. The group stopped. The lea

Once upon a time in Sinadol there lived a certain king who had three daughters. The fairest and best of these was Kwan-yin, the youngest. The old king was justly proud of this daughter, for of all the women who had ever lived in the palace she was by far the most attractive. It did not take him long, therefore, to decide that she should be the heir to his throne, and her husband ruler of his kingdom. But, strange to say, Kwan-yin was not pleased at this good fortune. She cared little for the pomp and splendor of court life. She foresaw no pleasure for herself in ruling as a queen, but even feared that in so high a station she might feel out of place and unhappy. Every day she went to her room to read and study. As a result of this daily labor she soon went far beyond her sisters along the paths of knowledge, and her name was known in the farthest corner of the kingdom as “Kwan-yin, the wise princess.” Besides being very fond of books, Kwan-yin was thoughtful of her friends.