Nothing Rhymes with Tubebow
Odin Austin Shafer
Softly, I sing for his loss, and his family’s.
Xayah stands with her fist clenched.
Odin Austin Shafer
Softly, I sing for his loss, and his family’s.
Xayah stands with her fist clenched.
Amanda Jeffrey
“When do you think I could talk to Frenk’s cousin about that other sorcerer?”
She would never be able to fight her way through his battalion alone. Such a death would serve no purpose.
She took a shuddering breath, knowing there was no coming back.
Ariel Lawrence
He was of a warrior class, but did not serve one house or precinct. He was a wanderer.
Dangerous, she decided.
Laura Michet
She took one silent, confident step forward into an open space and swung her idol as hard as possible into Ruven’s snappable little body.
He flew across the deck and hit the opposite hull of the ship hard, cracking the boards in half.
Michael Luo
Everything was… towering, oppressive, harsh. There was none of the natural beauty that filled my home.”
Xin Zhao thinks he hears hushed sounds of agreement.
L J Goulding
“With all my heart,” he swears, “and every drop of my noble blood, I will serve you, my lady. I will not rest until the pretender Swain is dead.”
So I sit on the wet ground because I don’t care enough to find a bench, and I take out the bluebird pendant I always keep tucked in my shirt, and I talk to Janna.
Not out loud, of course – don’t need people thinking I’m some chem-burnt freak – but still, I talk to her.
Inside, an old frost mage was pouring wine into a dish on an altar. He turned to see Ryze approaching, and seemed to judge him silently.
Graham McNeill
The outline of the trapdoor is briefly limned in light and a hard bang of detonation echoes from far below.
“A safety chamber,” says Tamara, relieved her device didn’t explode a few seconds earlier.
Michael Yichao
Graham McNeill
“Why are they sad?” asked Wyn.
“True beauty is only beautiful because it is finite,” said Mama Elodie. “That is why some of their songs are too sad to sing now.”
Anthony Burch
Out in the open. Run. Run back.
Hard to breathe. Why?
The wound in the side. Deeper than it felt?
Graham McNeill
The whole city gathered in witness, but Nasus no longer had the strength to climb onto the dais before the Sun Disc.
The Freljord itself is fractured and leaderless, and ancient horrors are lurking in the shadows, waiting for any opportunity to strike…
In the wars to come, and in their aftermath, Ornn knows that the Freljord—and the rest of Runeterra—will have need of a good blacksmith.