Posted a new short story entitled The Complex Weaver. Here is the beginning:
“He’s not a Complex Weaver…” The young woman’s voice broke off as her words encountered silence.
Such a name should never have been heard; not even by an errant spirit like me. But the Lord’s Keeper strode in at that moment and conversation faltered, then failed completely. A few patrons eyed the Keeper and with good reason. He was a striking man. Taller and more solidly built than any of those present, he wore a full length riding coat, pulled in at the waist but unbuttoned, revealing a silk waistcoat. But most of the men in the tavern craned to see the woman, hoping to catch a glimpse of the one who had dared say that name… (Read on)