One Last Shot
“If you want to walk away from this, you best go fetch more men!”
He took another swig from the bottle, then put it down on the bar.
“If you want to walk away from this, you best go fetch more men!”
He took another swig from the bottle, then put it down on the bar.
Graham McNeill
“Have you seen what he has become?”
Nasus said nothing, and Xerath laughed, the sound like warring fire spirits.
With a smile returning to his face, he left the hospital and set out into the streets to find more patients.
Though the war is long over, Noxus’ influence continues to defile Ionia. Roads have been carved through the ancient forests, self-styled “tax collectors” hound peaceful folk who have nothing left to give, and the great festivals of renewal have been slowly declining, year after year.
As he lay on the verge of death, a raven approached to feed, and Swain felt an old, familiar darkness press upon him again.
All in all, Twisted Fate is glad to have his old friend back, even if it might take another job or two—or ten—to restore their once easy partnership.
Graham McNeill
“You worry too much, Rafen.”
“That’s my job, to worry about the things you don’t worry enough about.”
Graham McNeill
Rowan Williams
“This is the time. You have to go.”
My thoughts felt scattered. “This... is very sudden.
He promised Shyvana that she would always have a place among his guard, if she so chose.
With the dragon’s skull in tow, Jarvan journeyed to his father’s court in triumph, Shyvana at his side.
Ian St. Martin
I glimpsed an opening, once, where I could have ended her. She would have fallen, for true this time. Nobody would have known of my mistake, nobody but me.
Matt Dunn
Sometimes all at once.
The cavernous place where she now chooses to lay her body down for a few hours could hold a thousand fortresses.
Graham McNeill
“Come with us,” said Miss Fortune. “Find somewhere safe till morning and you’ll live to do it again.”
None doubted she would one day become one of the Ra’Horak, the holy warriors of the Solari.
Though Leona flourished, she could not help but see her masters struggle with their most exasperating student, an orphan named Diana.
For the noble defenders of Demacia, daily life is the very model of focused, selfless dedication to the ideals of king and country.