Salty sea air and the stink of a thousand unwashed people welcomed Daron to the city of Deathsport. He and his master were next to each other going through the northern gate but by the time they were in the city proper they could barely see each other. Though the Sea of Wor’ghan lay to…
The first shape she drew was a circle that represented mother’s overstuffed, stupid face. The next was a stick for her big, tall adult body. A yellow scribble with a green line in it was the hair that her mother never bothered to style. Then she drew two circles for the chest she never bothered…
There were so many things to keep tabs on, so many things to account for. As Wisdom of the democratic city of Parakos, Yugen allegedly represented a standard of excellence unmatched by all but the most elite wisdoms in Arkhera. Despite this, it felt like his set of notes were insufficient. It was merely a…
Amerei Gemcutter’s lie-in was a doomed effort from the moment she decided to make it so. As much as the girl tried to curl up against the cold, as much as she tried to cover her slightly-pointed ears, there was no escape from the creaking and gasping that snaked through the brick walls between her…
