Gates of Life was my original fanfiction, written from Zevran's point of view.  But as I wrote it I thought I needed to write what Blair was thinking in some situations, and added The Broad Road.  The Broad Road was supposed to be short supplements to Gates of Life, but there are key parts that can only be told from Blair's point of view, so it ( Read more... )

The next morning Blair chose a few party members to go with him to retrieve the Urn while the others made preparations for their trip back to Redcliffe. He found himself actually looking forward to the chance to get away from Zevran for a while-not because of anything he’d done, because Zevran wasn’t rude to him, indeed more polite than usual. ( Read more... )

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead-
There were no birds to fly.

“The Walrus and the Carpenter,” by Lewis Carroll

Blair had been feeling morose since they descended from the mountaintop, a mood that was not alleviated by the gradual ( Read more... )

They were just heading into the abandoned village when they heard a whoop, and turned to see the others running out of the trees towards them.  Greagoir reached them first and forgot himself so far as to jump up and put his paws on Blair’s shoulders, knocking him down. Blair looked annoyed for a minute and then laughed, trying to catch the mabari ( Read more... )

Blair went into the battle with the dragon without thinking about it very much, as if it were any other fight, and only realized afterward that was because he thought that they were going to die.  ( Read more... )

They started on their way to the Tower as the leaves were beginning to change.  At times the path curved away out of sight of the lake, and at other times traveled almost at the water’s edge.  As they camped at night often the lapping of the lake waters against the shore lulled them to sleep.  The nights grew colder, though there was still no ( Read more... )

In camp that night the group gathered around the campfire to talk of dragons.

“As bizarre as it is to find myself asking this, what do we know about killing dragons?” Blair asked.    ( Read more... )

In search of the fabled Urn of Sacred Ashes, the party had entered the ancient temple built into the mountainside above Haven.  The other half of the party was camped just inside the entrance to the Temple, guarding against returning cultists and catching up on routine chores such as equipment repairs and washing clothing.  Blair had taken a few of ( Read more... )

After their trip to Redcliffe Blair found himself spending more and more time with Zevran as they traveled towards Denerim.  The elven assassin had continued periodically making passes at him, and Blair still could not tell if he was being serious or just playing.  He knew now that Zevran wasn’t mocking him, since his attitude otherwise was ( Read more... )

Zevran parried the genlock’s slash with his dagger and stabbed it in the gut with his sword.  It fell to the ground howling and Zevran turned away, ducking a swing from a hurlock’s sword.  They had been ambushed on a simple resupply trip, and things had gone very wrong very quickly.  Zevran sidled towards the glowing glyph of warding that Blair had ( Read more... )