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A VERY MERRY EASTER TO YOU! In the build-up to the posting of ‘The Medallion – Found’ episode, take note of the following adjustments. There has been just one change. The concluding episode for The Medallion will now be posted by 9AM ON EASTER SUNDAY (APRIL 20, 2014), less than nine hours from now. PRIZE […]

The Medallion – V

Dear readers, see the MEMO just beneath this installment for a very very VERILY important announcement. Expo: Prizes to be won!!! …continued from The Medallion IV “Hold it!!!” Rufus bolted up, one hand automatically reaching for his dagger…   Slowly, he rose into a crouching position and turned around to see who it was. “Hold […]

The Medallion – IV

…continued from The Medallion – III “His mother, Mary” he answered.   Under the barrage of spittle, stones and lashes, the man rose again. Rufus didn’t understand why he didn’t just stay down – he stood and hoisted the cross higher onto his shoulder, teeth chattering, knees locked together at a very unnatural angle and […]

The Medallion – III

…continued from The Medallion – II After they found it, one of his contingency plans would roll into action; none of them held a good end for good ol’ Simon of Cyrene…   “Oho!” Simon exclaimed. He had been studying the clue for a while; they put their heads very close together to hear each […]

The Medallion – II

  continued from The Medallion – I… “Rufus?!” Even closer. He clutched his dagger tighter…   It would be a fast stab-and-scram, no hassles. “Where are you, son? Hey…make way…excuse me, have you seen my boy? Rufus?!” Son? Boy? Rufus froze, confused. A thin man wearing a traveler’s cloak and a frightful look on his […]

The Medallion – I

2057 years ago… Rufus hated crowds; the heat and noise of them, the slimy feel of sweaty bodies, choking pressure of body stench and putrid breaths…he hated it all. Rufus, son of Gozan, grandson of Elah of the house of Mikah the Nazarene, hated crowds – it was a farcical irony. His father and his […]

Mugando – "I swear to you…"

They think they have won, that their victory is assured. And I do not blame them. We do not look anything near dangerous; not with our soil-strewn farm wears, pitch-forks, axes, machetes and dane guns. If anything, we look imbecilic, especially in comparison to the sight before us: neatly-aligned rows of gleaming sinewy bodies sheathed […]