Gypsy Bard Novels & Stories

Gypsy “You don’t look like someone who is involved with a biker.” The woman wiping the dust from shelves behind my bar paused, throwing a glance over her shoulder. I expected her to look angry, but the smile she had on her face was dazzling. “Don’t I, sweetheart? What did you expect us to look like?”

Boro turned back to the plate of roasted chicken, potatoes and rice placed in front of him and ate his dinner all while entranced by the music. As soon as he was done eating, Boro waited for the song to finish and the two to take a break. He asked the bar woman, Rendra, for two more mugs of beer. She looked at the mug in front of him, still more then half full and then grinned. "The knarled man playing at bard is Evin by the way" Rendra informed him. "He treats Isbella like his daughter so watch your manners. If I hear anything about you being vulgar with her... Not even that sword will protect you"

Looking at the woman, he continued; “The band that does the unicorn song is the Irish Rovers. She’s calling them little Rovers or little bards, as in traveling musicians that roam over the land or Rovers.” “That I know. I want to know what gives yeh the right to call them yers.” Nessie clarified. “Yeh don’t like them. Yeh complain about them constantly. In front of their father, yer the perfect stepmum. But when he’s not there, yer Cinderella’s stepmum.” “How dare you!” the woman huffed and looked at Pagan. “Are you going to let her talk to me like that?” “Girls,” Pagan said gently, “is any of what Nessie say true?”

" By the time we get there, it will be too late to help them. I have a feeling they won't move deeper into the kingdom randomly. If they did, they wouldn't kidnap people from the same village in the past month, no... these people. .. Whoever they are... They want to show how powerful they are and that no one can stop them. If we want to prove that it isn't demons once and for all, we have to find them here before the first village runs out of girls to kidnap." " And Grandmothers... and a prize Gypsy? ..... What's a Gypsy?" I added, which soon changed into a question. " A type of horse that's only found in the Mistheaven. Seriously .... These kidnappers are sick people, but why would anyone k

“She’s gone for a while now.” His suspicious glare flicked between the Barrmount castle ground and the gypsy. “She doesn’t have much time,” the gypsy urged as he stood contemplating. A scream echoed from the portal that sounded more like his mate. That was enough for him to throw all his logical thoughts away and jump forward.

He laughed, tossing a chestnut into the fire where it popped and crackled merrily. Apollo had been quiet since they’d entered the room, his lyre resting across his lap as he watched the fire dance and listened to his companions speak. Now he looked up, his golden eyes reflecting the flames as he began to play a soft, wandering melody – one he’d composed earlier that day while working in the garden. “The bard downstairs plays well enough,” he said thoughtfully, his fingers moving across the strings with effortless grace. “But he doesn’t understand the heart of the stories he tells. He sings of battles and glory, but not of the quiet moments between – the days spent planting and harvesting, th

I look up and he stops in front of our table. “Mr O’Rourke said to prove who you are. We have had many people come here recently saying they are Cassandria Bristol-Romano. So a demonstration, if you will. He said you would know what that means.” He says and I smile. I look at Ivan. Igor and Tati and they are ready to jump up and cause a good old fashioned Irish bar brawl. I raise my hand and they stay seated. “Gladly,” I stand and drain my pint. I wink at Tati. Before I turn and walk towards the band. I ask them to play a certain song. Tam Lin known as Glasgow Reel.

"You want a horse, am I right?" "Yes." "Then I am taking you to get a horse." They continued walking on a straight path and then took a right turn. "What is your name?" Gypsy asked. "Ruby." "Ruby." Gypsy whispered after the princess. "What about your parents? Where are they?" She wondered what a girl not more than seven or eight was doing outside, leading a stranger at that time of the night. "My mother left us and my father became a drunk. Since then I either do little jobs for those in the market to get money or beg to eat."

With everyone settled, they all looked towards the redhead. "What now," Lucca asked nervously. Remy turned towards Esper, with a devilish grin, "How about this?" Remy gave the blushing vampire a wink as he began to pluck his guitar. Esper's blue and red hazel eyes sparkled as she instantly recognized the melody. She waited for him to repeat the intro before bringing the mic up towards her mouth, taking a deep breath before singing. "When a humble bard, graced a ride-along With Geralt of Rivia, along came this song".

“I am ready” The door opened wide and we stepped outside the house where all the gypsies were gathered around dressed in their ceremony clothes. All of them started shrieking and clapping as we passed. It was how the gypsies chased away the bad spirits so the bride could have a happy and prosperous life. The cold air caressed my face and I shivered, tightening my grip on the fur cape. The musicians took my appearance as a sign and as they started walking in front of us, they played one of my favorite songs. Though it was in romany language I could see everyone enjoying the song.