
Redeemed
Phillip Vargas
It wasn’t meant to be a curse, Senna. What I gave you was a gift.
Senna bolted upright.
Phillip Vargas
It wasn’t meant to be a curse, Senna. What I gave you was a gift.
Senna bolted upright.
David Slagle
“Set fire to the pitch they’ve laid to burn on our advance. Drive them out of those damn mines.”
Swain sighed. “We came here for the very earth you would burn.
Rayla Heide
I feel I could cleanse the entire island of its scourge in my fury.
The cursed mist has risen above the treeline and swirls in great clouds.
Ian St. Martin
Tudre snorted, reaching up to catch the swinging lantern that was the cabin’s sole source of light.
Graham McNeill
Born in sight of the Ecliptic Vaults! I swear I’m not lying!”
Caitlyn shakes her head. She’s tired of this game.
Amanda Jeffrey
With that, the banks broke and the villagers began to make all of their grievances heard. Veigar could only catch snippets of the loudest accusations, the majority featuring soured milk and undersized beets.
“Was it possible there was another entrance to this tomb? Had a young boy found his way down here and become lost?
But why should I?”
“Help me, damn it! You owe me,” he snapped like a child.
“I owe you?”
Rayla Heide
When he looked back, Aunt Peria had set off through the trees, back toward the village. Rin hurried to catch up.
Rayla Heide
By the time it dissipated a few seconds later, the pigeons were gone.
Orianna applauded in delight. The ball whirred, impressed.
“Wonderful!” she exclaimed.
L J Goulding
John O'Bryan
My star combatant, Prahn the Flayer, has just finished his long, sauntering entrance. His chiseled body is painted entirely green, and he wears a small buckler on his left forearm.
Presented with so stark a choice, he made a decision that could damn his family for years to come…
The night before the duel, he attempted to slip his opponent a draught that would dull his senses and slow his reactions—but he was caught in the act, and arrested.
His will, tempered by rage and torment, held him together. Over time, the unknowable, disembodied whispering in that place crystalized into words he could almost comprehend—this, he learned, was Ochnun, a profane tongue unspoken by any among the living.