Recent content by Captain Gyles F. Stowett

Everything happened all at once. Billy, rising from the water with the idol clutched against his side and stumbling into a run - Shorris bounding toward him as he waved her away. "Shor, no! Run! Go!" His eyes found the beast. Terror embodied, fear itself manifested in massive fangs and claws...

"I'll do it," Billy repeated. "Just don't 'urt Shorris no more. She ain't like me. She's good in there somewheres." "Consider it sworn." Gyles released Billy and tossed the knife back to its owner. Brull, the ferret marine, jerked the dagger from his cuir-bouilli, and sheathed it with a rueful...

It was much more expansive in these caverns than he'd expected from outside. Warmer, too, than the frigid tundra they had braved to get here. Something unnatural about the warmth. Something was lighting the way ahead, an otherworldly blue luminescence. Before he knew it, there was the idol...

Gyles whistled softly under his breath. Why couldn't you come out an' say it, Captain? Why the secrets? His paw instinctively rested on his heart, the folded canvas chart in the inner pocket with the names all smudged away. The grey-dark eyes met Talinn's earnestly. "When this is over...I need...

Gyles shook his head. Institutionalized? But the old dog had put to sea...hadn't he? Greatuncle Lord Spotche had assured Mother that "The Captain" had last been seen putting up sail on a scarcely seaworthy launch, bound for who-knew-where, a pestilence to the Spotche lineage no more. If what the...

Gyles turned his collar against the wind. It chewed through the wool, gnawed his bones. Gettin' old, ain't we? Nonsense. It had been only yesterday he'd celebrated his thirtieth nameday with the crew in Bully Harbor. Had such a short few years really aged him? He didn't remember cold feeling...

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Good old Tultow. "I'd've let you flounder a bit longer, old boy." Gyles clasped Tultow's paw heartily as he supported Vihmastaja with one shoulder. He forced his teeth to cease chattering - no sense in showing any sign of his own comparatively minor condition. "We need to get her somewhere...

"Full o' surprises, aren't we, Master Stowett?" He stared through squinted eyes, barely able to make himself look, shocked to find the rapier buried to the hilt in her midriff where he'd thrust it. Cold, terrifying cold. Freezing the liquor from his veins. Gyles broke the surface again...

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"We'll take the launch and leave the other boats. That'll carry twenty-four of us. Land there, at that rocky point, and make our way to the village from the north. Reconnoiter and return to the Hide post-haste." Gyles indicated the headland to the right with an outstretched arm as Lieutenant...

Gyles was on his way to rendezvous with Talinn Ryalor when he heard a shout over the other screams and cries. A curmudgeonly shout. His and the fox gunner's eyes both tracked the shattered remnants of the canoe flotilla. There it was again. Definitely curmudgeonly and of a familiar sort of...

Gyles beat a hasty dash below, where the gun crews already awaited direction. He scanned the semi-darkness for the Master at Arms. Verrian. Where was he? It didn't matter. No time for it to matter. His paw fell to his rapier hilt. Gyles froze. Outside, the waters churned with blood and danced...

Though he couldn't stop a smile up his face at the young Silvertongue's antics, plenty was eating Gyles Stowett. He eyed Morgan. What the deuce was she about? First hats, then cake, now bloody dancing? Either she was mad, or the shrews were. At this rate, we're as liable to smoke the old peace...

"Aye, an ambush," Gyles repeated, standing straight with his paws clasped behind his back as the wind off the sea buffeted his ears. The senior officer nodded grimly, though the junior's unabashed doubt forced a thin smile to his face as he counseled the youth. "You know, Mister Songfox ...