
Dreamsong
Rayla Heide
Rayla Heide
Phillip Vargas
“Did they ever suffer from tinea worm?”
“Yes. We burn it out with a pulvis of lunar caustic.”
“If we cut the source and use a thin band of the pulvis for the rest, it might work,” Vannis said.
PopRox
John O’Bryan
whimpered Uncle Milty.
“Yeah. And the worst part of it all? Yordles don’t even get to do that. We just go on forever.
Graham McNeill
All you have to do is step out of the circle and I will let you go.”
Raz grinned as he saw the understanding of what was on offer dawn on Stilava.
Graham McNeill
“It won’t be long,” said Sejuani. “He’s lost too much blood to reach the summit. He’ll turn before the timberline.”
Laura Michet
Michael McCarthy
And no more animals tied to stakes. The Void has no mercy to offer—it feeds or it dies.”
The day I came to understand this, was when I knew I had a chance.
Ariel Lawrence
Jared Rosen
Once it tastes your fear, once it knows you, it never lets go. It won’t let you go, it won’t—
What’s that voice?
Can anyone hear—
You don’t hear it?
Graham McNeill
Feen stood at the farthest part of the ledge, looking down with a manic grin. The wind billowed around him, his patchwork clothes flapping and his hair wild.
Dana Luery Shaw
Von Yipp was taken aback by this sudden turn, but he’d be damned if he let it go to waste. “Mauczka, ask me what fifty-two times twenty-one is.”
Matt Dunn
The two Sedas wrestled in a ruckus of soldiers, fighting and pulling at each other. When the commotion settled, only one Seda remained.
Roy Graham
This far north, the nights are dark. The shadows grow long in the hall of Ashe and her bloodsworn groom.
Joey Yu
“Let your story be mine to tell.” He pulled down his mask. “Go now, in peace. The sinister influence will remain in Zhyun, but the Kinkou will hear you fought hard against it before you left the order, with honor.”
The dark figure swatted him aside like an insect.
Tryndamere lay surrounded by the dead, in snow soaked almost black with blood.
Ariel Lawrence
Shava, who had spent the better part of her lifetime coaxing stubborn animals into the butcher’s pen, stopped short, turning to face her husband.
Lillian Herington
Ashe imagined the sight of the scorched huts again, the screams of her people dying in agony, and her fury ignited.
Michael Yichao
Better anywhere else than a smoking pile of Deadzreal.
I feel the core on my chest shudder and lurch as I pass through the threshold.
You'd tell me to be proud—I finally became “the Wolf” you so desperately desired. Still, I wonder, did I become what you hoped for? Or just what you needed me to be?
So much has changed, and yet part of me is as lost as I was over ten years ago.