Hollowspun
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.
Search results for Swain
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Dead in the Water
Graham McNeill
Sarah rose to her feet and tensed as she felt the roll and sway of the deck change. It was a subtle change, almost unnoticeable, a change in the angle of the anchored ship’s prow as the swell of the ocean shifted…
“Oh, now that’s not good…” she said, as Aligh limped toward her, distraught at the sight of the dead twins.
Sisterhood of War Part II: The Unquiet Dead
Ian St. Martin
She gestured, and he padded closer, releasing the helmet into her hands as the flap to the tent was pulled open a fraction.
“Mistress,” came a familiar voice from outside.
The Will of the Dead
Laura Michet
Jorden Irux was a spindly fellow with knees and elbows heading in every direction. He was also the only artifacts dealer in the city with mixed paylangi and Buhru heritage.
Xerath
Xerath took Azir’s place and the light of the sun filled him, reshaping his flesh into that of an Ascended being. 
Destiny and Fate
Anthony Reynolds
I aim Destiny at the chain and pull the trigger—least I can do is give the fella a fighting chance—but nothing happens.
Twilight of the Gods
Graham McNeill
Ta’anari swept his gaze around his fellow Sunborn—brothers and sisters once united by unbreakable bonds of love and duty that were, in time, revealed to be as brittle as glass.
The Eye in the Abyss
Anthony Reynolds
“Not like you, old one,” said Halla. “I swear your stories get more far-fetched with every telling.”
“Have I told you my bear story, lad?”
Sisterhood of War Part I: Old Wounds
Ian St. Martin
Erath hurried after her, looking back over his shoulder to watch the legionary plod back to his place beside his fellow guard.
Erath followed the robed woman as they crossed over another canal and wound deeper into the bustling city.
Art is Life
Graham McNeill
“Nightblooms were once native to an island chain in the east, a blessed place of rare beauty and enlightenment,” he said.
Aftermath
Anthony Reynolds
With a heavy heart, Xin Zhao made to walk on, but a familiar sound gave him pause: a blunted blade slamming against wood. Someone was training.
The Eyes and the Embers
Conor Sheehy
This man, Gregori the Gray, was a lively and spirited fellow. His tale about the drunken Basilich krug-whisperers even brought a shadow of a smile to her face, although it was faint and fleeting. 
Progress Day
Graham McNeill
She seeks out the familiar faces of Gysbert and Colette, but there are simply too many people to pick out her fellow apprenta. 
A Feast Fit for A King
Graham McNeill
Soaring cliffs of ice reared up to either side of him, blue like an ocean wave that had suddenly frozen in place. Maybe they had, Trundle didn’t know.
Confessions of a Broken Blade: Part 3
Ariel Lawrence
Though fractured, the weapon held its shape.
“Put that accursed thing away!” someone shouted from the crowd.
Perennial
Dana Luery Shaw
“May past joys bloom, Emai!” came a familiar voice.
Ituren and Paskoma shared a confused look as they both responded with the traditional “And present sorrows wilt.”
From The Ashes
Aaron Dembski-Bowden
The way you turn mistrust into a virtue is especially familiar to me. I can’t say I blame you, given all you have endured.”
Kegan stared at him.
Out of Time
Michael Yichao
I’m never careless. But I can’t say I haven’t caused a paradox or two before…
“Pantheon,” I say, dropping my arm cannon by a fraction.
Finishing Soates
Matt Dunn
“Tell me, what mask is this that graces your face? It is familiar yet beyond memory.”
“It is made of eldlock.” She spoke in a calm voice.
Confessions of a Broken Blade: Part I
Ariel Lawrence
She ran her fingers along the leather straps as someone who was familiar with the trappings of horses and farm animals, batting away a gnat from the ox’s big, dark eyes.