Dylan Brennan

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  • 2026!!!

    History is a darkroom. Nobody opens its door. We live inside the exposure, not the finished image – fumbling in chemical light, unsure what will emerge, unable to rush the process. Only later, sometimes much later, do the shapes resolve themselves into something we recognise as meaning. This past year has felt very much like →

  • A Noble 2025 to All!

    It’s been another year where fiction has felt uncomfortably like prophecy. Every day the headlines read more like pages torn from my manuscripts – an ugly muddle of conflicts, crises, and suffering that should have remained safely bound within the borders of the Great Kingdom. I was supposed to be writing fantasy, not contemporary fiction. →

  • Fourth Noble Divided Excerpt – Daman

    “Fawkes!” I called out, my voice bouncing through the stone corridors of Sandspear Hold. The treasury was dark and cluttered, bullied with dust that kept finding its way down my throat. My boots clanked against the cold, hard floor as I stepped deeper into the room, eyes straining to adjust to the gloom. The only →

  • Third Excerpt from Noble Divided – Dontin

    Father had left me outside with the rat, Siniestro, the thief-taker who had apparently been paid by the Crown to assist us. “Assist,” of course, being a loose term. As always, my father engaged in his high-and-mighty state discussions with Lord Ruger Stunn and his gaggle of self-important men while I was left to twiddle →

  • Second Excerpt from Noble Divided – Tobas

    My entire life I have worn the title of Lord Tobas. The formal veneer has gone so far that I think I’m the only one left who remembers my given name is Wilmot. This isn’t something I take issue with; in fact, I have encouraged it, not out of vanity, but because my true name →

  • Looking Back, Moving Forward

    It’s hard to believe, but today marks the second Noble Day. That’s right — two years since Noble: Betrayed first saw the light of day, since Simon and Gwendys settled their domestic feud, since Dayron’s baby griffin hatched, since Auster Magnarok…did what Auster Magnarok does. The world of Noble has grown a lot in these →

  • Excerpt from Master Misfortune

    Day and night my cousin would be all swipe left swipe left swipe right no luck left again. We’d sit together sometimes, slouched in his dimly lit room with the loudest breaths being the lazy ones of his screen. Endless scrolls and clicks and swipes and DMs ate his evenings and his face filled with →

  • Excerpt from Noble Divided – Kristyne

    Stay awake. One foot in front of the other. Keep walking, and don’t you dare, don’t you dare let your eyes close, not for a breath, not for a blink. Don’t even blink against the harsh sunlight filtering through the trees. The light here is sharp as a blade—it will cut you the same way →