The Stranger Who Sews
Michael Luo
Michael Luo
Katie Chironis
Michael Yichao
He had never seen anything like it, yet it somehow felt familiar. Like the boy knew this thing. It drew him, compelled him toward it.
They did what they could to treat the sick, mend broken machinery or otherwise put their chem-knowledge to benign use.
Markus paused and turned to look back along the path. His fellow pilgrims pushed past, like vacant-eyed cattle en route to the slaughterman’s hammer.
Joey Yu
He paused, then said what he came to say. “I’m releasing you from the order.”
“You’re banishing us?”
“You looking for a man on the run?” he asked. “Fella with a big hat?”
“Yes,” said Caitlyn. “You saw him?
“Let’s go, recruit,” he called to Happ, beckoning for the lad to join him.
Happ scampered atop the cabin and began to help pry the door.
Matt Dunn
Neeko was familiar with the shapes of humans, and while they had their quirks—socks for instance… why?
Ian St. Martin
Both groups shuffled away from her, retreating to the familiar.
“I know the hour is late,” said Cynn as she walked down the line of little faces, “but there are many demands upon the time of our patron.
Dana Luery Shaw
Acolyte Diana interrupted a fellow acolyte’s presentation, after having been instructed weeks ago to remain silent during class.
Graham McNeill
I asked.
“So they say, lad. So they say.”
“Is it wrong that I can’t wait to see them?”
Graham McNeill
John O’Bryan
Suddenly a shock of blinding purple seared through the fray, causing scores of Demacians to drop to their knees. Galio felt it then – that familiar sensation in his fingertips, like the noon sun warming cool alabaster.
Michael Luo
Restless, Zeri looked around. Familiar streets showed unfamiliar loss—homes and shops battered by wicked sorcery that nearly ended the world.
Scott Hawkes, George Krstic, Anthony Reynolds, and John O'Bryan
Or maybe T.F.’s carrying enough good fortune for the both of us.
I see a body floating by, holding something familiar lookin’. It’s Gangplank’s little inbred bastard, still clutching T.F.’s hat.
“This is Cadstone, a senior adept of the mageseeker order, and his associate, Arno,” said Gunthar, by way of introduction.
Mo Xiong
Flustered, Yi stood and walked into the village, where he saw familiar figures—his father, mother, fellow disciples, even his neighbor’s black cat, Little Beauty, and the chief elder’s dog, Goldie.
Daniel Couts
She thrusts an open palm toward me, a gesture I’ve become familiar with. I may avoid punishment with a clever enough argument.
Wind and spray batter me, but I see the pattern.
Dana Luery Shaw
Zaifa traces her finger across an open scroll.
“You aren’t actually searching out this Xolan.” Kai’Sa doesn’t frame it as a question.