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I had to look up which one was Dusty Corridors. Oh yes, I loved writing that one.

I did not have a snippet for this one but it got me to write one, of how I’m planning on folding the Trust triad back into the main series. I had to do math for this, you’re welcome!

I’ve no idea what the title will be of this one, it’s a sequel to all of them. i do have a timeline! I don’t have outlines, i don’t work that way. But i have a timeline. This is sometime in May of 1273 probably.

Iorveth was having trouble keeping track of all the sorceresses. They made him nervous, and he didn’t like them.

This one was Keira Metz, he knew that, he’d been briefed. Former court sorceress for Foltest, she was only moderately ambitious, but just as manipulative as any other mage. He’d seen her before, and she’d had her chest mostly exposed.

Today she was dressed– less provocatively, perhaps. She was in a lovely brocade coat and some trousers. He’d missed her entrance; she was in one of the little lounges scattered around this place, and had two companions. One was a man in armor, standing next to her with his arms crossed, looking dubious. The other was lounging extravagantly on a couch, and Iorveth couldn’t tell anything about him except that he was either lying at a very strange angle or was quite tall. His hair was fair, and he waved a hand at something Keira had said. She leaned over the back of the sofa, tousling his hair fondly.

The standing man turned his head alertly, and had spotted Iorveth before he could move. A Witcher– Iorveth knew it instantly. No one else would have known he was there. The man’s eyes were golden like a cat’s, and he glowered suspiciously.

Iorveth gave up on spying and walked over, out of the shadow he’d been skulking in. “Oh,” the Witcher said, “I know who you are.”

Keira looked up from playing with the other man’s hair. “Oh,” she said. “Iorveth.”

“At your service,” Iorveth said, nodding politely.

The man on the couch tipped his head upside-down to look at him, almost comically awkward, but then immediately whipped around and scrambled up to his knees. “Iorveth!” he said. “Ah!”

Iorveth blinked at him, not having expected that reaction, and then frowned. The man on the couch was another Witcher, with one yellow-green eye and the other– something was strange about the other. He was a tall man after all; as he stood more gracefully from the couch, he was a fingerwidth or so taller than Iorveth.

“You don’t recognize me,” he said, grinning, and hooked his thumb inside his shirt, pulling out a Witcher medallion. That, Iorveth recognized– it was a cat. “Not surprising, that. I think I was a bit shorter when we met.”

A bit shorter– Cat medallion– Iorveth tilted his head back a little as it hit him. “Little monster!” he said. “You’re one of the little monsters!”

The Cat laughed. “Yes!” he said. “Aiden.”

(the game is you send an ask about what your favorite of the stories i’ve written is and i respond with either a snippet or maybe some DVD commentary or whatever else I can come up with. this is slightly backfiring because of course I don’t remember my notes on older stories, or where I stashed the deleted scenes, but I am confident I can solve this, LOL, and meanwhile the Witcher ones are getting answers faster.) (Your picture was not posted)