Jinx reached around to the small of her back and pulled the knot securing the petticoats around her narrow waist. The bottom half of her dress sank to the floor as her corset fell away to surprised gasps of the men and women around her.
Laura Michet
Ariel Lawrence
Matt Dunn
“Step into the garden that ever grows…” Zyra whispered through the stems and petals. “Death blossoms, and you don’t want to miss the colors, do you?”
Hatilly did not respond, for she was with the flowers.
As the youngest daughter of the noble Laurent family, Fiora seemed destined for a life as a political pawn, to be married off in Demacia’s grand game of alliances.
Something the world had desperately tried to forget—and in an instant, the mage, the creature, and the tower itself were lost to all of time.
At least, that’s what the stories say.
In the Freljord, children frighten each other around the fire with tales of a monster that raises itself from untended graves in the ice, its body a shambling mass of helmets, bucklers, furs, and wood.
David Slagle
Life is an endless string of opportunity for songs...”
“Like these?”
“Yes, like my song strands.
Rayla Heide
Ryan Verniere
His broken form spun off into the sand, a ruined mass of agony. His horse reared and fled into the desert.
“He’s mad!”
Ian St. Martin
Erath’s breath caught in his throat as a massive form revealed itself, and the rain began to fall upward.
Like the tiny, helpless thing they had found it was part bird, part beast, and part sea creature.
Ian St. Martin
It was hot, and she was exhausted, but the suns would begin to set before long, and she would have a chance in the quiet hours of the night to search for the lost chapters, if they even—
She stopped, suddenly.
Rayla Heide
“Don’t worry, this one doesn’t want anything from you. Not like the flowers. Fruit never does. Fruit is the most generous part of a plant - it strives to be luscious and juicy - and tempting.
Graham McNeill
Hunters sew pelts into garments and tan skin into boots.”
The corpse was missing its eight shimmering, pearlescent tusks. Ivern touched the ground, and a circle of daisies bloomed around the dead shagyak.
Graham McNeill
Garen ran a hand through his hair.
“If I had to guess, I’d say he’s run away from home,” he said. “Or decided to have an adventure and has gotten lost somewhere in the forest.”
They came ashore on a beach of ashen sand, and were tormented by spiteful wraiths as they searched in vain for the lost vault.
But Elise found something she had not anticipated.
A creature of the long-forgotten past had made its home in the lightless depths beneath the city.
Michael Luo
Graham McNeill
“I have split skulls of many who stood between me and escape.”
“No doubt. But your tally of death is insignificant when set next to mine.