Out of Time
Michael Yichao
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Something wet drips over my lips, and I run a gloved hand across my face. Definitely bleeding. Definitely a broken nose. 
The Spirit of Copperwood Glade
Jared Rosen
But speak not falsely, or I will cut thy soul away, and thy body will rot in the glade with those others who have aimed to trick a creature such as I.” 
The Voice from the Hearth
Matt Dunn
Spouts of lava and sulfur jetted into the sky, hardened fire rained down on the half-bear warriors.
Whatever Old Ornn was, he fought with the hot blood of the earth.
Echoes in the Stone
The fear and torment of their last moments, before their lives were cut down and their shadows were seared into the stone, screamed in her mind. 
Renekton
It was usually his pride that led to these confrontations—Renekton was unable to back down, or let any insult pass. While his older brother, Nasus, disapproved of his street-fighting, Renekton relished it. 
Darkness Renews
He remembers remaking it, but not why. Perhaps he will use it to slice open his ridged throat and see what happens. Will blood or dust flow? 
Kayn
Kayn and the others were a reluctant vanguard, facing disorganized bands of locals defending their home from these returning invaders. While his young comrades were cut down or fled the battlefield, Kayn showed no fear. He dropped his heavy sword and snatched up a fallen sickle, turning to face the shocked Ionians just as the Noxian regulars swept in from the flank. 
Bloodline
Graham McNeill
The end caught the first guard on an upward stroke and hurled him back thirty yards. His reverse stroke drove the second into the dust, leaving him groaning in pain as Nasus set a clawed foot on the bottom step. 
Twin Dawns
Mountains contort into barriers that stretch like fingers across empty scrub lands. Palaces, or rather, what pass for palaces, fail to loom over anything but the squattest of hills. 
The Dream Thief
Matt Dunn
Blistering winds lash the orphaned Iceborn’s cheeks almost bloody. Her nose went numb an hour ago—or was it two?
Pinwheel
Jared Rosen
Kai’Sa wants to argue the point, but quickly glances at the twenty-meter gash in the ground where a single strike had sent her careening only moments before.
The Tallest Daisy
He walked for nearly half an hour before finally turning up a long walkway toward a modestly sized, cut-stone manor. At the end of the path, the man stepped through the heavy oak door to his home.
K’Sante
The men failed to draw blood and were forced to flee from the cobra-lion’s lair with empty hands, leaving it to run wild.
And so they tried again and again.
K’Sante’s frustration burned.
Hero of the Frost Moon
Matt Dunn
Her lips mouth a single word.
Run.
Only Marjen can’t. Her fur-lined leather boots have iced over, freezing her to the ground.
Voices
Jared Rosen
Folks holding their kids close, backing away toward their homes, some just running. That voice could cut away all the parts of a person and leave ’em naked and afraid, shivering in the middle of a blistering afternoon. 
The Name of the Blade
Ian St. Martin
I saw the opening, but I let it pass me by. After my failed strike I would not try a second, and should I have fallen to her, it was deserved.
With the Flowers
Matt Dunn
“Don’t let me bore you, dear wife. Run along to bed. I’ll wake you when it starts to flower.”
“Thank you, sweet husband.”
The Host
Amanda Jeffrey
I run past tenement blocks and corner stores, past a pair of stilt-walking chem-jacks and a spring merchant. 
Zyra
As the rivers of Shurima begin to run anew, strange flora has been sighted on their banks, spreading slowly westward with each passing season.
Taliyah
When the dust finally settled, Taliyah saw the destruction she had woven, the alarm on the faces of her tribe. But it was the small cut across her mother’s face that justified Taliyah’s fear. Though the cut was minor, Taliyah knew in that moment that she was a threat to the people she loved most in this world.