The Garden of Dreaming
David Slagle
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Or are these only the things the child grasped too hard while hugging her doll, and her dream is something deeper—something truer? 
Tristana
She started calling her food “rations”, and set herself strict times for rest and relaxation.
But something was missing.
No One Lives
He bellowed as he galloped from the weed-choked ruins, lowering his hooked glaive and feeling the old thrill of the charge. A memory flickered, riding at the head of a silver host.
Janna
Since ancient times, there have been those who prayed to the winds. From sailors seeking good weather to the downtrodden calling on winds of change, mortals have placed their hope in the tempests and gales that sweep across Runeterra.
From The Ashes
Aaron Dembski-Bowden
He was a creature on the edge of savagery, held back only by tattered shreds of humanity.
Rygann swallowed hard, saying nothing. He was shaking himself, for far different reasons.
The Echoes Left Behind
Anthony Reynolds
The death’s head that was his face was hard to read, but there was cruel amusement in his eyes.
“You’re an aberration, Ledros,” he said, still dangling the pendant before him.
The Whispering Doodad
Graham McNeill
I bend the shadows around the trees a little. Humans sometimes have a hard time seeing yordles, at least as they really are, but I think the woman with the cold eyes might be sharper than most, and I don’t want to see these two get hurt.
Silence for the Damned
Odin Austin Shafer
Each overlapping, several pitches at once, creating an unnatural, guttural dirge which harmonized with the fire’s roar. The sound dug fear into Sejuani’s stomach like an unquenchable hunger. 
The Dream Thief
Matt Dunn
That hateful creature is one of the few memories she could not purge from the Freljord, no matter how hard she tried.
Lightning strikes the shaman multiple times. A toothy maw stretches his jawline.
Sai Kahleek
Jaheje’s feet bled badly the first day; he nearly fainted from the pain. He practiced long after the caravan stopped and the ground cooled.
Ruination Prologue
Anthony Reynolds
Viego laughed, though the sound had an edge of hysteria to it and was too loud in the cavernous space.
One Last Show
Katie Chironis
But the outline morphed… the fuzzy curve of a sleeping figure. He had fallen ill and passed a month ago. A hard harvest without him, no doubt.
The etwahl hummed something private to Sona then: the last rasping song the man had ever sung to his wife.
A Smoldering Coal
Roy Graham
Before she took one out of every three hands strong enough to swing a blade.”
Her voice became a bitter hiss.
Alone
Ian St. Martin
Sleep beckoned, warm and enveloping, tenderly lowering her eyelids with the promise of true rest.
Then the door opened.
Deep Breath
They won’t admit it, of course – they’ll smile through their teeth and pat us on the back and tell us that Piltover would be nowhere without Zaun. Our hard workers! Our bustling trade! Our chemtech that everyone in Piltover pretends they don’t buy, except they constantly do!
Caravan North
Rayla Heide
He rolled to the fallen caravan and rummaged through the debris, emerging with Ojan’s wooden carving of the Armordillo. The likeness wasn’t perfect, but certainly discernible.
Engineering the Nightmare
The body contorted in response as flesh split like poorly seamed fabric unable to contain the changes occurring underneath. 
Syndra
She felt more betrayed than she ever had before. Konigen tried to calm her, which only fueled her anger… and in that moment, his focus was lost.
Tahm Kench
He laughed as he opened his jaws wide, telling her he would protect her from herself, and promptly swallowed her whole.
Fiora
Sebastien Laurent had broken the most fundamental code of honor. He would be humiliated upon the executioner’s scaffold, hanged like a common criminal.