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The cards trembled as Twisted Fate's eyes fell upon certain individuals and he felt his mouth fill with the rancid flavor of sour milk. He’d long learned to trust that reaction as a sign of imminent bedlam. 
Sisterhood of War Part II: The Unquiet Dead
Ian St. Martin
Seated upon her back, the masked figure of Marit laughed in equal eagerness, the blade of her glaive singing as it cut the air.
With another piercing shriek the creature whirled around to face Marit in a disjointed, boneless spin.
Art is Life
Graham McNeill
The story Vladimir was telling was strange and fantastical, like the Shuriman myths Konrad told when they shared scare stories on the roof of the studio at night.
The Echoes Left Behind
Anthony Reynolds
He knew the words she would speak next before she even opened her mouth. It was the same every time.
The Lost Tales of Ornn
Matt Dunn
“Oh yes, little ones—we may speak later of the bearskinned storm-bearer, but the less said about him the better.”
The Shuttered Manse
Graham McNeill
Her beauty was otherworldly and intoxicating, repellent and achingly desirable all at once. 
At The Edge Of The World
Ian St Martin
“No more of that,” he snapped, shoving Kross back. “We’ll have no talk of curses here. Get yourself together.”
“We have to turn back,” the crazed trapper begged, eyes wild as he repeated the plea again and again.
The Stranger on the Road
“Tell your boss Talon’s here, and I want to talk. The Harbingers are gathering.”
The ticket taker blanched and scurried off, leaving him alone in the stagnant air of the train as it idled on the track, an impatient machine.
Confessions of a Broken Blade: Part 3
Ariel Lawrence
The warrior priests had taken the blade, but the wooden spiked scorch mark that encircled the room kept the villagers from venturing inside the council hall. 
Where the Drakalops Roam
I’ll learn them soon enough—once I’m done talking.
“And what makes you think this is your land?” asks the human in the red hat, smirking.
Trial of the Masks
Jared Rosen
The fisherman’s spear sings across a vast emptiness. Light and sound fail as he casts his line, its heft sinking down into the bottomless chasm above which he stands.
Jhin
Imprisoned in Tuula, Jhin kept his secrets, revealing little of himself as many years went by. The monks guarding him noted he was a bright student who excelled in many subjects, including smithing, poetry, and dance.
Invocation
The sword-wife’s eyes widened and she dropped to her knees. She tried to speak, but only blood bubbled from her lips.
The ghostly apparition watched her die, her expression impassive.
Last Light
He squeezed her hand, his mouth falling open in wonder as Demacia’s light shone within him.
“It’s so beautiful...” he whispered.
A Matter of Honor
He had the look of a man very sure of himself. She watched him talking to four men, so alike they must surely be his brothers. The five of them were cocksure and preening, as though it was beneath their dignity to even present themselves in the Hall of Blades in answer to her challenge. 
Last Rites
The heavy oak dragged across the stone tiles of the monastery floor, revealing a chamber full of scrolls, herbs, and poultices. For a moment, Yorick stared at the artifacts of his former life, struggling to remember how to use them. 
Sisterhood of War Part I: Old Wounds
Ian St. Martin
“Long,” Arrel glanced back at Tifalenji. “Does it always talk this much?”
Erath started. “Have I displeased you, mistress?”
If They Run
Who knew the dob could even speak, let alone write a message? I’ve only heard him scream. The last time we met, I took his leg.
Xin Zhao
After enduring a tough journey across the open ocean, Xin Zhao found himself in a strange new land. There was no delicate beauty in the waters here, no magic in the trees. Imposing gateways and fortified stone walls unlike anything he had ever seen lined the streets, and the people were crammed into every available inch of space.