Fantasy Civil Service – Prologue

King Alfred sat on his throne, bored and tired. Although it was great that his Kingdom now exisisted unmolested by any credible foreign threat, the lack of wars, and all that entailed, meant he now spent all his time back at his castle. Being at his castle meant he had to deal with his subjects. Dealing with his subjects was one of the many reasons he had started his campaigns of war in the first place. War had meant excitement for him, and for most of his people. When you are fighting for your lives that really is all you could concentrate on. When you weren’t, well, any old nonsense became something ‘you should take to the King’.

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The Silver Tart – Part Seven

KrisBee spent no time in getting him and Gache on the move. Bakewell Street was a long street with many small avenues and alleyways leading off it. Even though each of these had their own names, most were found only on official maps or old tax reports. To most Bakewell Street now encompassed the street it self and a majority of the surrounding area. This was due, in part, to Madame Pomme and her insatiable appetite for power and prestige. Of course she had help, both KrisBee and Gache once being counted in that small group. KrisBee knew that Gache could not be seen on this street, at least not for long. An Inspector such as Gache had enemies all over Cake Stand City, but the densest concentration was by far located here.

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The Silver Tart – Part Three

Inspector Gache sat in his office, watching Constable Bread and Lemon Muffin carry in an extra desk. He ordered that the desks be set up in a triangle shape, so they could all sit and talk and look at each other. As if to answer an unasked question, Gache said,

“The majority of our work, and our time, will be spent in this room. Here we can look at the evidence we have found, state the theories we have concocted and allow our fellows to rebuke or add to them. Here cases will be cracked.”Read More »