The Whispering Doodad
Graham McNeill
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Something strange, no doubt. A yordle’s glamour is an inconstant thing, and even they don’t know how others see them most of the time. 
Art is Life
Graham McNeill
“Or simply waiting for the right moment to capture the truth of your appearance?”
Laughter drifted down from above.
A Feast Fit for A King
Graham McNeill
The sun was going down over the edge of the canyon by the time Trundle and Sligu reached the entrance to Yettu’s cave. That entrance was through the wide nostril of the carved head, and the water dripping from the icicles inside it had a peculiar greenish color.
An Intimate Evening at Oyster Bill’s
Jared Rosen
Think you can just flood the market with serpent catch? We own those docks and those ships, and as of now, we own you!” 
Paintings Framed in Half-Light
Isa Mari De Leon
The blaze climbed the walls, but did not catch, shedding neither ash nor smoke and spreading only as far as I willed it. 
Miss Fortune
In time, her body healed, but waking nightmares and night terrors would torment her for many years to come.
Even so, she endured. She was determined to have vengeance.
Nilah
Possessed of wiry, acrobatic strength, and wielding a liquid blade of incalculable might, she embarked on a conquest of the greatest threats of ancient myth: Grandmother Viper, the invincible progenitor of all Camavoran dragons; Imago, demon of change and scourge of the Carnelian Valley; the mad demigod Nabavelicus, perpetrator of countless atrocities.
Canticle of the Winged Sisters
Morgana knelt in battle’s sorrow,her wings a curse, a reminder of pain.No blade could cut, no fire burn.
Hwei
Realizing its dark potential—of destruction, devastation, and torment—Hwei felt the same horror and fascination he had in his youth. 
Invocation
Hers was not the only family shattered by the oath-breaker.
The desire to go after him was strong. She wanted nothing more than to plant her sword in his chest and watch the life drain from his eyes... but she knew she would never be able to get close enough to him.
Yasuo
Much to the annoyance of his new peers, Yasuo showed natural talent, and became the only student to catch the attention of Elder Souma, last master of the legendary wind technique.
Last Rites
He looked at the soulless husk on the table, a bitter reminder of the task he had yet to complete. While the curse of the Ruination remained, anyone who came to these isles would suffer the same fate. 
Sisterhood of War Part III: Irreparable
Ian St. Martin
“That ground we took last week… Their witch…”
I swallow, closing my eyes for a moment to block the memory.
Ambition's Embrace
Michael Yichao
Thresh, calling me to madness? Some strange torment before the end?
No. Something far more ancient. More… intimate.
Jayce
As a result, nearly everyone who worked alongside Jayce found him arrogant, dismissive, and unwilling to slow his pace to help his colleagues catch up. As time went on, his patience became shorter, while at the same time, a chasm grew between decorum, charm, and Jayce’s natural demeanor. 
A Good Death
Matt Dunn
said Wolf, his black eyes twinkling with delight. “May I have it?”
“Perhaps,” replied Lamb. “I sense she is afraid.
Do No Harm
The man limped around in a circle, shouting at everyone within arm’s length about how shimmerdrops would make their eyes roll into the backs of their heads and how if they didn’t buy some right now, right this second, then they were damn idiots and did you just give him a condescending look? Because he’ll kill you and your family and your family’s family. 
Nasus
The greatest boon of his Ascension was the countless lifetimes he could now spend in study and contemplation... though this would also eventually come to be his greatest curse.
But he was more immediately concerned by the increased savagery he saw within Renekton.
The Winged Beast
Rayla Heide
Shyvana’s heart raced as she sprinted to catch and kill the beast. The vellox’s fur mingled with the dappled sunlight, camouflaging its torso as it leapt over fallen bramblewoods and raging rivers. 
Sisterhood of War Part II: The Unquiet Dead
Ian St. Martin
“Xiir,” Teneff repeated. “It is a curse that they use for those of us that come from ‘the Captive Lands’.