At The Edge Of The World
Ian St Martin
Three had simply vanished in the night, those taking their shifts finding no trace when dawn arrived.
“We keep a skeleton crew aboard and strike out from here,” said Ysard to the assembled ranks.
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A Feast Fit for A King
Graham McNeill
He kept going, walking all casual, like he was just out for a morning emptying of his guts. He pretended like he was having a big, wide-fanged yawn as he scanned the lumpy snowbanks ahead of him.
The Axiomata
Daniel Couts
Youngsters rush this way and that, chased by caretakers, themselves hounded by peddlers, beauticians, scryers, and craftspeople. Mivasim’s black boots click against the stone road, more imposing here than when we were in the jungle. 
Dead of Winter
Graham McNeill
Lovers or bitter enemies, who could say?
Dawn brought fresh snows and colder winds coming off the high peaks, as though the mountain itself sought to drive them from its slopes.
With Teeth
Graham McNeill
Raz grinned as he saw the understanding of what was on offer dawn on Stilava. He stepped away and spread his arms wide, turning his back on the trembling captive.
Perennial
Dana Luery Shaw
After they hung the lanterns, Paskoma and Ituren readied the guest rooms and the common areas: washing the floors with wine, placing two candles in front of all the mirrors, and dividing the rooms for the onfall of paying guests they were expecting for the festival. They had started early in the morning, but the golden light of late afternoon shone on them when they heard a knock at the door.
The Shackles of Belief
Anthony Reynolds
Vrynna’s spear slammed deep into the ice, but could not penetrate it. It was left shuddering in place, embedded a solid foot into the barrier, and leaving the outsider completely unharmed. 
The Man With the Grinning Shadow
Jared Rosen
His muscles froze in place—awaiting the change, and the struggle, and the promise of morning.
His eyes glazed over. The sky twisted into deep crimson—overtaken by a perpetual sundown, ringed with flame, and the trees around him stood as ghastly totems against thick, otherworldly fog.
City of Iron and Glass
Graham McNeill
Wyn smelled the caustic soap she’d washed with that morning - like chemical lemon juice. Given the nature of this excursion, she’d made an effort with her clothes too, digging out an old dress from the boxes of clothes discarded by kids who’d outgrown them, or who’d left the foundling home when they got too old.
Twilight of the Gods
Graham McNeill
“If you live through this night, you will greet the dawn free. When the sun rises, return to your people and tell them what you saw and heard here.”
The Face in Her Stars
Rowan Williams
“You aren’t cheered by the thought of leading a glorious army into battle at dawn?” They spread their arms wide to indicate the size of such a contingent, and I rolled my eyes, laughing.
The Dreaming Pool
Anthony Reynolds
Alone at the sundered peak of the Dael’eh Ahira, Sirik watched it go, until the first rays of dawn crept over the horizon.
The import of the night weighed upon her heavily.
Dead in the Water
Graham McNeill
“And with them, men weep, and their wives curse the morn of their disproving. I assure you, I am in the rudest of health.” 
Burning Tides
Scott Hawkes, George Krstic, Anthony Reynolds, and John O'Bryan
Once the job’s done, I aim to collect my payment and be gone before dawn. All goes well, I’ll be halfway to Valoran before anyone knows the damn thing’s missing. 
The Bow, and the Kunai
Joey Yu
The churning emotions had dissipated, bringing to light a mind as tranquil as the early morning lagoon. This was a sense of peace she had rarely felt.
The sun was at its zenith when she started toward the southern valley.