Mark Stanley's Portfolio

1. Jeorland The sea stretched on endlessly, its murky indigo-black waters lapping softly on the sharp jutting rocks below, creating a quiet splish-splash noise, the only audible sound that could be heard in the dark. The rest of the night was deadly quiet and a cold chill hung in the air. A...

My nostrils filled with the scent of the inn before I even opened its doors. The mead, the wine, the smoke and the lovely, wet stench of body odour. A real feast for the senses! Well, one of them anyway but I was doubtless to encounter more as I entered. As I threw back the small wooden doors I...