Darkness Renews
What is real? What am I now?
This place, this cave under the sands. Is it real? He believes so, but he is no longer sure he can trust his senses.
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Interview: Inside K/DA
PopRox
Do you feel you’ve found a perfect position on K/DA?
Eve: Oh, I’m familiar with the “bad girl” or “diva” labels. I have nothing but good things to say about previous bands I’ve worked with.
The Meaning in Misery
John O’Bryan
Vex’s eyes narrowed contemptuously at the familiar face. “Uncle Milty, what are you doing here?”
“What do you mean?
True Neutral
It was a shrill, ghastly cry, emanating from the very air itself. It sounded familiar, but before Shen could identify the noise, he heard it again. 
Engineering the Nightmare
What other enhancements could be made? Perhaps I shall have a stroll and take in the Gray. There is much to consider.
Returned from the Boundary Markets and was greeted by an old familiar stench.
The Boys and Bombolini
Jared Rosen
Also coincidentally, success tends to draw eyes, and two of those eyes eventually hired Malcolm Graves and Twisted Fate to rob their former companion at a dive site near a Buhru ruin.
Monsters
“Sometimes, therians – shapechangers – want a companion. Sometimes they’re just savage: they lash out and bite somebody out of confusion or anger.
Interrogation 101
Harknor shook his head, saying, “Listen, Vi, I don’t want to have to call the surgeon back here again. Caitlyn wants this fella to able to speak when he goes before the procurator.”
“Where is she anyway?”
Jarvan IV
But the kingdom itself was changing.
The Mageseeker order had gained support among the noble families, leading to widespread imprisonment of anyone in Demacia possessing magical talents.
Hero of the Frost Moon
Matt Dunn
Marjen brandishes a blade that warms the bitter cold. It reeks of familiar and particularly hard-headed magic. Forged by an older spirit whose name Lissandra erased from the Freljord’s memory.
With the Flowers
Matt Dunn
“What is this curious fellow?”
“A most extravagant gift to celebrate the opening of the upper Kumangra’s newest trading supplier… Cazworth’s Exotic Goods.”
The Whispering Doodad
Graham McNeill
The flowers duck, and the buzzing glitterbugs scatter before Pix can pluck their wings. Lulu’s faerie companion is cute, but he’s got a strange sort of humor. 
Stains on a Name
John O’Bryan
With each winter the faces became less familiar, as the last of the old resistance were replaced by new and more zealous fighters. 
The Man With the Grinning Shadow
Jared Rosen
“I assume you choose to associate with these upstanding individuals?” she asked, as the lead-riddled body of a barkeep collapsed limply beside them.
The Host
Amanda Jeffrey
I’ve never heard my new voice before, and it sounds both familiar and strange. The Evolved don’t seem to understand. A rock flies past my head. 
Everything We Should Have Said
Michael Luo
Warriors spar and restring bows, and among them are some faces he recognizes from Tope’s rescue party. Nearby, chefs stir various cast-iron pots. K’Sante smells something comforting and familiar wafting out from one of them: Cassava, yams, and cornmeal. 
Halfway Between the Stars and Earth
Katie Chironis
Her home, nestled partway up the peak, was framed to the east by craggy flats, and to the west by a sheer drop into the mist far below. A constant frigid wind battered everything westward. 
The Winterspike Road
Laura Michet
Darius checked defenses along the line—but stopped at Zalt. “You’re familiar,” he said.
“I fought in the first Freljord campaign, general!”
In Search of Things Lost
John O’Bryan
After a few blocks, he stumbled upon a jarring sight: In an alley between two stucco buildings, a young waif was fastening a familiar mother-of-pearl bracelet to her grime-smeared arm.
Quick as the wind, Akshan dashed right up to the urchin’s face, cape snapping in his wake.
The Stranger Who Sews
Michael Luo
From the woods to the east, it comes: thin tendrils of blackened mist, coiling over each other to form almost familiar shapes. Their contorted hands claw for life under the weight of piercing screams.