“—CAN’T, YOU CAN’T! Please, don’t die, don’t die, don’t leave me, no-no-nonono HELP! Someone help! PLEASE! Help me please!!” He had gone white. Whiter than he had been when I’d found him, dying in an alley. But, then, he’d been much dirtier then too. His hands, which had been on the sides of my head … Continue reading Raising a Hero–Chapter 13
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Raising a Hero–Chapter 12
A passel of kids splashed and waded about in the pool of the main square fountain, probably left there by their parents shopping nearby. They looked carefully dressed in well kept clothes, if not rich, and their limbs had proper weight. What arrested my gaze, however, was the smallest, a toddler, wearing nothing but a … Continue reading Raising a Hero–Chapter 12
Raising a Hero–Chapter 11
We got our groceries delivered to us from local farmers that Hal had deals with. Which was good, because there was no way any of us could carry enough food to feed all the people we were getting, let alone every day, with any semblance of saving time. But, inevitably, there would be a day … Continue reading Raising a Hero–Chapter 11
Raising a Hero–Chapter 10
The weather grew warmer. The inn did well enough that Hal set plans into motion for getting a chicken coop. I learned he was one of those lucky common folk who had some magic, water magic to be exact, which was how he kept his inn so blessedly free of pests, which was actually its … Continue reading Raising a Hero–Chapter 10
Raising a Hero–Chapter 9
Oh. Right. Magic. This world had magic. Since I already looked like a complete noob socially, I took time to read the pretty book brother Nehcor had given me during my breaks. You think I could before bed, but damn if I wasn’t tired as the dead every single night. A day of hard work … Continue reading Raising a Hero–Chapter 9
Raising A Hero–Chapter 8
I woke up in the morning with stiff, red hands, not quite blistering, but raw red as though I scraped my palms against the asphalt and twice as painful. Milly tittered quite a bit, but seemed to sense my embarrassment, for she didn’t say anything as she smoothed an herb and lard balm over my … Continue reading Raising A Hero–Chapter 8
Raising a Hero–Chapter 7
Inn worker, aka, tavern wench life had its fair share of harassment from the gentry that I had long been expecting. But the first real signs of it didn’t stick themselves out until a few days after mine and Gus’s sobby make up. Namely, it came as a hand on my rear. I swung about … Continue reading Raising a Hero–Chapter 7
Raising a Hero–Chapter 6
I worked the rest of the day waiting tables, cleaning rooms, and delivering tankards of mead with the straightforward proficiency I had mastered over the past two years of being broken. I could work through the apocalypse (at least, emotionally and mentally speaking) as though everything was normal if I had to. We’d been getting … Continue reading Raising a Hero–Chapter 6
Raising a Hero–Chapter 5
Milly laughed with a thunk of morning bread dough. “Yes, what are you, Lil’? Angel? Demon? Pedophile?” I didn’t find this amusing at all. “That’s crass, Milly.” “Hey, at least it’s out there now.” “No, it’s not,” I shuddered and looked back to give Gus a pleading look. “I swear I’m not a creep, okay?” … Continue reading Raising a Hero–Chapter 5
Raising a Hero–Chapter 4
His name was Damascus. I thought it was a mouthful, so I christened him the nickname Gus with a kiss on the forehead, as though blessing him with his baptismal name. He’d stared quite a bit then. But, then again, for the first week he had a perpetual stunned look, as though someone had dropped … Continue reading Raising a Hero–Chapter 4
Author T.S. Lowe 