Mirsten, Lord of the Flames, paced his Great Hall. Glowering at the entry, he twisted his staff between his hands. The gloomfell doors remained stubbornly closed. Stopping, he banged his staff and sent a boom echoing through the chamber.
Offer Perilous
Moyra glanced toward the bar as the proprietor scoffed while cleaning a glass. “It’s a fool’s errand.”
Scat Cat
Tanadril skin prickled on her neck, and, pausing cleaning, she turned to survey the room. Pask flicked his tail angrily perching next to the tomes again.
Writhing Within
“I am a grotesque man.” Torban sat at the table waiting for the response to his statement dropped into the council meeting. He had been saying some such variation for weeks and suspected their reactions now.
Releasing Magic
Tremen shook his head as if jarring his thoughts back into order. An order which Kernel’s simple demand had dashed. Tremen had never retreated but did before this onslaught.
Hunting Magic
Tremen tromped his way out of the sorceress’s tower. The green fields looked the same as when he had pushed his way into the tower, oblivious to the spells his presence had triggered. Or the plants where. The animals had fled.
Chasing Magic
Tremen followed the sorceress as she fled up the stairs. “Help me, please?” he cried. His voice echoed off stone.
She paused at a turning and scowled at him. “No.”
Stories Untold
“Once there was a story,” the voice rumbled against her ear and deepest blank hair trailed over her pillow.
Fame’s Master
The wavering light of the candles covered the stage as Alathic strode out from behind the curtain. The crowd erupted into applause before he said his first word. He took long languid strides to the center of the stage.
Bonus Story: Fanged Griffin
Demane rode Before the fall if the Traviane Empire. He knew he should stop. He knew he should rest his horse. Allow his men reprieve. They had travelled hard through the night fleeing from the city toward the King’s Sepulcher. He knew he should offer them a reprieve, but he knew he could not either. For the fall of the Traviane Empire was manifest within the armies of Kaleen hard on his heels. Glancing back, he could see the roiling line of once men close behind.
