In The Upper Country Novels & Stories

“What?” Mardichi pulled me around to kneel before him. Touching my chin reverently as he looked down at my face. “You have stumbled into a tale nearly as old as time. What we are and how we became it, is quite an unbelievable tale. It didn’t even happen in this land. It happened in a place we now call the UpperLands.” “UpperLands.” “Yea.” Mardichi nodded. “That’s what the fey call it. Apparently, they’ve moved throughout it for centuries. Going there and back.”

“I have heard the news regarding Lord Busaba.” One of the warriors nudged his friend. “Is that the reason she deploys us to the rural area?” The other asked. “I’m not so sure, myself.” Another friend answered. Cawk! Cawk! Cawk! The sound of ravens echoed throughout the rural area. The villages had been emptied two weeks prior, now it became their hiding spot. According to Amel, a sudden movement from the leader of Country D was moving hastily. They marched toward Country B and made an urgent stop at Country C in a hurry. They seemed belated to know about the downfall of Country C.

Even the car’s side mirror could reflect the saliva flying and Juma was so disgusted but he raged as soon as the man called him a son of the Upper City. Upper City was the estate or part of the city that ranked only third from where Juma lives and it was known to shelter filthy rich people. The class of people living there rivaled the wealth worth of the top paid entertainers of the country, journalists, business men or even prominent figures like governors, senators or even other foreigners.

I said. "Countryside is a beautiful place to live,the only disadvantage is power supply,the power is supplied once in a while but with the fresh air including the fresh and natural things you will see around,you won't even notice there is no power supply" Mig said.. "Really ?" I asked. "Ofcourse" He said. 'Where do i also stay before..Is it in the countryside or city' I thought but couldn't remember. 'Gosh why can't i just remember a thing' I thought furiously..

Lilah’s POV : The village was small, nestled in the lush countryside of southern France. Rolling hills stretched out as far as the eye could see, dotted with vineyards, olive trees, and cottages that seemed untouched by time. It was picturesque, serene—everything we needed after the chaos we’d escaped. But no matter how beautiful it was, I couldn’t shake the heaviness that lingered in my chest.

the animal was strong and handsome, and away they went at full gallop round the lawn. "Huzza! Now we are riding miles off," said the boy. "We are riding away to the castle where we were last year!" and on they rode round the grass-plot; and the little maiden, who, we know, was no one else but old Nanny, kept on crying out, "Now we are in the country! Don't you see the farm-house yonder? and there is an Elder Tree standing beside it; and the cock is scraping away the earth for the hens, look, how he struts! And now we are close to the church. It lies high upon the hill, between the large oak-trees, one of which is half decayed. and now we are by the smithy, where the fire is blazing, and wher

The woman laughed, her beautiful red-hair flowing behind like before she vanished with her spoil of war. When their figures materialized outside of Country F, it was in a city to the west of Country J which was not in the jurisdiction of any King. As there was a difference in the time zones, the sun had yet to rise. The sky above was still as black as a diamond with no whatsoever celestial body illuminating the world underneath it.

Liv winked as we took our shots. "Cheers loves!" The bartender, Ian, pushed our next round our way. "I'm sure gonna miss this one!" He loved to make me blush. "Plus it's nice having a girl here that reminds me of home." He winked and started helping out another person. Ian said that my face looks like the map Ireland. Many people in fact had said this to me while I was here. Luckily the Brits and Irish are on ok terms. "You can't stand around and wait for Ian's cock all night! He hasn't made a move on your since you got here. Fucking arsehole." Liv was trying to kill him with her bitchy stare.

Alaric stepped out of the sleek black car and took in the sight before him. A sprawling estate tucked deep within the rolling countryside of Country S. Its grandeur was undeniable, yet it carried an air of defiance. The towering walls and looming gates seemed less an invitation and more a statement. Julio, the elusive artist, guarded his world fiercely.

It's a wonder that her uncle Chadwick can get in and out freely of this bizarre country. "I don't understand," Sumire responded. She knows the rules but she doesn't understand why they have such rules. She is aware that NORTH LE FRÈRE is an independent country and can keep up with war and economy around the world. It's too boring if they don't negotiate with their neighboring countries. "You need to," Dreygur said, now standing on her right side.