Ui Uilsen Back at Winter-Hold

. . . The old skald, Barnen, was no friend, but Hunter couldn’t grudge the man his spot by the fire.  It had been a hard Winter, only recently did its icy grip show signs of loosening, and the days nearing Imbolc already.  Hunter had sung when asked despite the venomous glances of the wizened […]

Ui Uilsen HW Hunting the Wild

*   *   * Hunter Wilde huddled by his fire in the drafty hovel he shared with the meat he’d brought down.  The lord of Winterhold, Murchadh, had enjoyed his singing and playing, been amused by his stories, but in the end he was a most practical man.  More than mirth he needed meat. So, instead […]

Ui Uilsen Excerpts

Hunter Wilde was in trouble.  He was young and strong, he had travelled far and wide, but he’d hit a run of bad luck and it was looking like his travelling might be at an end.  He’d lost his horse and now his mule.  The solid little community he had hoped to Winter in was naught […]