Tales from the Ashmarch
A Lesson in Fishing
The tree had been there before kings.
Short stories and audiobooks
Short stories from the world of The Trader's Reckoning.
Now telling · Vol. II
A Crown captain is left for dead in a forest that owes him nothing. What it gives him instead is time.
Vol. I · A short story · Audiobook
4 min read · 6 min listen
His name had been forgotten years ago, even by himself, most days. He lived alone with his four birds in a hut in the Duskenwood.
Listen · The Forest Asks

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Tales from the Ashmarch
The tree had been there before kings.
Tales from the Ashmarch
The first thing Olwen Povey sold that morning was a mouse.
Tales from the Ashmarch
Salivin breathed in the smell of the brown paper wrapped around the letter.
Tales from the Ashmarch
The glass was the coldest thing Hallam owned, and he kept it inside his coat until the light came, because a lens gone to frost showed a man nothing but his own eye looking back.
Tales from the Ashmarch
Yuland watched the coins change hands.
Tales from the Ashmarch
Bricce was a watcher. His task was simple: look, mark, and report. He was good at it.
Tales from the Ashmarch
Glitter or glow: gold, or a son. Darlion has failed at both, and her husband has said so out loud. Everything after that is her answer. Four thousand words from the world of The Trader’s Reckoning — and the making of the woman readers of Book One already know as Mrs Kline.
Tales from the Ashmarch
The sound the arrow made going in was wetter than he expected, and duller.
Tales from the Ashmarch
A mare is left at the stable against unpaid lodgings, and what she is worth is the foal inside her. The new lad is set to raise it, and given one rule to keep along with the animal. He has already broken it, and nobody has told him yet.
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