Shield of Remembrance
Anthony Reynolds
“Of course! We of Skaggorn are strong,” boasted Egrid. “You are strong, too. You should return with us.
Anthony Reynolds
“Of course! We of Skaggorn are strong,” boasted Egrid. “You are strong, too. You should return with us.
Stories of a thing that looks almost human and stalks places thick with fear.
But these are simply fables to frighten young children.
Graham McNeill
Wide and flat, just the way Trundle liked them, with good, crusty-looking toenails.
“More of a fingers troll meself, but I likes a good foot too,” agreed Sligu.
Ariel Lawrence
It’s showtime.”
“Portals? Portals sound dangerous.” Poppy asks as a white-winged familiar pounces into the room.
Amanda Jeffrey
There’s nothing to hide behind, nothing to grab a hold of, and as the pipes rumble, all I can do is curl up as small as I can, and take a deep breath.
The blast of water hits so hard, so cold, the air is ripped from my lungs.
Graham McNeill
“May all your lookouts be sober,” she said, taking a drink. “Ah, some of the good stuff.”
“That’s what you heard?”
Laura Michet
Anthony Reynolds & Rayla Heide
His gaze settled on something further along the valley. A dangerous growl rose from deep within him, heavy with the promise of violence.
L J Goulding
Then Hanne coughed, and blinked hard, twice.
A third time.
“You can... You can really taste the smoke...” she managed.
Matt Dunn
Matt Dunn
The hard part wasn’t killing the damned thing. The hard part was carrying it back to its bride.
Graham McNeill
Michael Yichao
Anthony Reynolds
I have to yell to be heard over the sound of the roaring water.
“Figured you wouldn’t want to let it out of your sight,” he shouts back.
Ian St Martin
“We have to—”
Kross never finished his sentence. He gasped, hard, as a sword’s tip emerged from between his ribs. Then he toppled to the deck.
Rayla Heide
Thresh wrenched his chains hard. For a moment, the man did not move. Then the ripping began. Like a rough-spun sheet being slowly torn, he was excruciatingly pulled from himself.
Though many think of Warwick as no more than a beast, buried beneath the fury lies the mind of a man—a gangster who put down his blade and took up a new name to live a better life. But no matter how hard he tried to move on, he could never escape the sins of his past.
Anthony Reynolds
“Don’t sleep,” said the old warrior. “Bad dreams, down here. Bad memories.”
Sigvar climbed to his feet.