
The Stranger Who Sews
Michael Luo
Dark, ruinous clouds materialize out of the once gentle sky, surrounding Gwen. The boys huddle close.
Gwen opens her scissors.
Michael Luo
Dark, ruinous clouds materialize out of the once gentle sky, surrounding Gwen. The boys huddle close.
Gwen opens her scissors.
Michael McCarthy
“This is the part where you run, Noxian. Tell others what you witnessed here.”
The soldier threw down his pike and sprinted for the safety of Vindor.
“Good. I was hoping I’d get to cut someone up.”
The monk cocked his head to the side as though listening to sounds only he could hear and said, “Three men.
She wondered if the tall girl or the interesting boy had run away. It seemed likely.
Momentarily dispirited, Zoe decided to visit a larger mortal settlement next.
With her last breath, Senna screamed for Lucian to run.
But as Senna felt the deathblow and knew she had lost, she realized there was a glimmer of hope.
Jared Rosen
They were brave, and impetuous, and in love—and Thresh had been waiting for them.
The devil called Thresh was not an ordinary monster of the high frontier.
Joey Yu
“Sometimes potential does pass down through blood. Look at yourself.”
“What do you mean?”
Graham McNeill
Roy Graham
Heldred raised her axe to deliver the killing stroke, and I squeezed my eyes shut. But it never fell.
I looked up.
“You looking for a man on the run?” he asked. “Fella with a big hat?”
“Yes,” said Caitlyn. “You saw him?
The sump-snipes of the Boundary Markets would quite literally give any of these performers a run for their money.
Pictures of Piltover’s bigwigs hung on walls paneled with oak and inlaid with geometric copper fretwork.
L J Goulding
If we were spotted, you would not even need to run.”
His expression darkens. “Oh, you don’t run from the Trifarian Legion…”
I do not need to hear this thinly veiled propaganda again.
Matt Dunn
In the jaull’s mouth. Lifeline slack. Cut.
The tongue was too slick. Eyes stung with sweat. Fingers finding no purchase.
Graham McNeill
But I hear Tristana’s last words, and cold winds pass through the glade in a ripple of unease.
“They’re Noxians,” she says.
Anthony Reynolds
Feels strange, me wanting to cut and run and him wanting to stay. That ain’t the way these things usually play out.
Odin Austin Shafer