The Principles of Strength
Anthony Reynolds
His arms were massive, his expression hard.
The third figure—only ever referred to as “the Faceless”—was a mystery.
Anthony Reynolds
His arms were massive, his expression hard.
The third figure—only ever referred to as “the Faceless”—was a mystery.
Graham McNeill
Jared Rosen
From it jutted a single wicked horn, cloaked in thick smoke, and he spoke with the voice of a mountain slowly tearing itself open:
Why have you come?
John O'Bryan
With each twist of her ohmlatl, the thick vines of the rainforest receded before her. Behind her, they slithered back across the path to conceal it.
Ariel Lawrence
“I’m on my way to Weh’le,” I reply. “I was making good time on the Noxian road. Even if the stone is a bit hard on the feet.”
Michael Yichao
The boy bit his lip. “It’s my fault. I’m weak—never good enough. My father was right.”
Without a sound, the man turned as though to approach, and the boy recoiled almost by habit.
And because Fiora believed in these laws, she had to make her offer.
“Good sir, I am Fiora of House Laurent,” she said.
“Save it for your grave-marker,” snapped Umberto.
Phillip Vargas
She paused, reflecting again on those early days and the hard facts she had come to accept. She quelled the denials and continued searching.
Rayla Heide
Then, when the queen is within reach, we strike hard and fast. With her death, the swarm’s unity will be broken.”
“Into the center of the argoth, my lord?”
As their skills developed, Kusho brought them on dangerous missions, including a hunt for the Golden Demon plaguing the province of Zhyun.
Conor Sheehy
The figure picked himself up, breathing hard.
"Gods, woman," he gasped, "what were you doing?"
Anthony Reynolds
The bone charms and totems wrapped around her wrist rattled as she patted her ill-tempered mount.
A bone-chilling wind whipped across the desolate landscape, yet alone among the raiding party, Thorva did not wear heavy furs and leathers.
Matt Dunn
Rowan Williams
“Your form is perfect, as you know.”
Their cadence was so calm, their earnest good nature so obvious. My guilt doubled, now compounded by my misplaced impatience.
Rayla Heide
The Howl whirs and creaks as its cranks spiral down against the three towering beams, weighted down with iron, steel, and glass. A blast of steam whistles from the topmost pipe.
Inside the cabin, the sump-scrapper and his child look on as a musician tunes his four-stringed chittarone and begins a sonorous melody.