
Right On Time
Dana Luery Shaw
“Excellent. 22:30, then. That should give us both plenty of time.”
Mave turns to leave, but Renata stops her and glances at the deviser.
Dana Luery Shaw
“Excellent. 22:30, then. That should give us both plenty of time.”
Mave turns to leave, but Renata stops her and glances at the deviser.
It seemed the fossilized trees were a natural magic-dampener, and any sorcery used within them would simply fail. No longer helpless, the refugees turned their swords on the dark mages and drove them from the land.
Michael Yichao
He squinted up at the specter and spoke through a throat dry and cracked.
“You will not find what you seek! A brutish monster could never understand the secrets of the Tome of Spirits and—”
A swing of the mace.
Though he was dragged to safety by the surviving Notai, he was left to wonder what had happened to Layka, waiting to hear her songs on the wind…
Snow fell. Weeks passed.
Nunu missed his mother desperately, but the Notai assured him no child could safely search for her.
Ian St. Martin
Our cook’s no artist, but they’re a damn sight better than that. Come.”
The sun had begun to sink into the horizon, painting the sky in dappled bands of gold, orange, and scarlet, drifting down into indigo.
All that was left was to run.
When Caleeb lost his breath, Rek’Sai took him.
David Slagle
Ian St. Martin
There is no return from such a fate.
Or so I was told. Years and blood can change such things.
Karthus emptied the temple’s coffers and bought passage to Bilgewater, a city plagued by a strange black mist said to draw souls to a cursed island far out at sea. No captain was willing to take Karthus to the Shadow Isles, but eventually he came upon a rum-sodden fisherman with a mountain of debts and nothing to lose.
Graham McNeill
No, the nights in Noxus were never silent.
Except here.
This part of Noxus was deathly quiet.
Maura held her pack of brushes, paints, and charcoals close to her chest as she felt the din of the Noxian night fade.
Laura Michet
Matt Dunn
“Where is… alarm?”
“Have you lost your brain, Ewaii? I’ll do it. See the physician when this is over.”
Graham McNeill
This wasn’t his territory, there were more ways to die up here than he could count, and he could count a lot higher than any other troll he knew.
He might fall into a crevasse, get swallowed by a riddling ice-wyrm, or get cooked in the pot of one of the wild troll clans that lived up this way.