The Spirit of Copperwood Glade
Jared Rosen
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There, thy eyes will fall upon a great tree as hard as armor plate. Sleep softly at its base, and the spirit that blesses this house will appear in a dream to barter with ye. 
Gift of Venom
Viney roots sprouted up from the soil and caught her arm, preventing her strike. They wrapped around her wrists and ankles and knees. She dropped her dagger in her struggles to break free.
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The rustler, whom I was determined to beat into bloody unconsciousness for scaring the love of my life away, turned out to be a human merchant from a distant village who specialized in selling gingerfruit – an apparent delicacy I chose not to taste as I was uncertain I’d resist the temptation to smash one into his smiling face.
Shai – for this was his name – chastised me for bathing in the pond, informing me that it, and the fox woman who was sometimes known to bathe there, would be hazardous to my health.
Xerath
Azir was struggling to read a difficult passage in an ancient text, and, despite knowing that to talk to royalty was to invite death, the boy paused to help the young prince with its complex grammar. 
Sai Kahleek
And then, before a word could be spoken, an energy crackle hit them like a wall. The hair on Jaheje’s neck stood on end.
The Bow, and the Kunai
Joey Yu
And now it’s my turn. Faey swallowed hard. Hanging upside down, she drew her bow and set the arrow in line. 
The Axiomata
Daniel Couts
I quest out with my foot, searching for the submerged tree roots that serve to capture my quarry. When I find them, I set to work with the cord. 
Everything We Should Have Said
Michael Luo
His enemies are piling against him, now. They must think he’s hit his limit.
Hardly.
With a roar, he knocks them back and hefts himself onto his feet again.
The Shackles of Belief
Anthony Reynolds
He darted back from the lethal strike and whipped his chains around in a whirling arc. They swung passed Brokvar’s face, barely missing the Iceborn warrior as he snarled in fury. 
In Sight of Land
Ian St. Martin
The sky between it and those who looked upon its beauty had been overtaken by questing tendrils of shadow that branched across the night like living, malevolent storms. 
Poetry with a Blade
Mo Xiong
Yet in spite of all his achievements, he had hit an embarrassing plateau in his progress.
Yi couldn’t keep a bitter smile from creeping across his face.
Art is Life
Graham McNeill
“Nightblooms were once native to an island chain in the east, a blessed place of rare beauty and enlightenment,” he said. “I dwelled there for a time until it was destroyed, as all mortal endeavors ultimately must be.