Homebound
Phillip Vargas
A beacon shone inside the raging swell.
Lucian holstered one of his guns and reached inside his leather coat.
Phillip Vargas
A beacon shone inside the raging swell.
Lucian holstered one of his guns and reached inside his leather coat.
Rowan Williams
Ariel Lawrence
After their bodies have been left to the sky, I collect them and prepare them.”
“I am familiar with the duties of a bone washer, adept. How is it this weapon concerns you?”
Michael Luo
“I have studied much of Noxus, yet I have never heard of a place called Viscero.”
“It is not so much a place, but a memory… albeit one that changed meaning in Noxus.”
Ian St. Martin
Ariel Lawrence
John O'Bryan
The warmth was familiar to her. Most of the time it could be tamed, stuffed back inside her like feathers that had leaked from a mattress.
Graham McNeill
Graham McNeill
Dan Abnett
Ionan… edgeworld…
Kayn wondered just what it was his old comrade Nakuri had found there.
He felt a tremor run through the deck.
Graham McNeill
It’s just a mass of teeth and claws. Unbridled destruction given form.
They sense my presence here, and I make no attempt to run.
Phillip Vargas
The girl strolled toward the shore, probing dunes with a carved walking stick. A cold swell washed over Senna. This was the fateful morning. The day everything changed.
Anthony Reynolds
Ian St. Martin
They say that when something’s hurt and on the run, it heads back to what’s familiar.
Ian St Martin
Ariel Lawrence
“Hakim,” I called out softly. The shape at the desk moved, waking slowly from sleep. He stretched with the grace of a cat and turned.
Dana Luery Shaw
Then, he waved at the girl. Just a little wave, to say hello.
She smiled, and her smile was as bright as the moon.
Anthony Reynolds
The sun had finally climbed over the peaks, with golden light filtering through the canopy and dappling the forest floor, when the wind changed. It carried a distant, familiar scent.
Smoke.
A keening cry cut through the morning air.
Graham McNeill
It hung ajar, and gusts of soft wind sighed through from beyond.
He slid his thin frame through the door, finding himself within a long dining room.
Graham McNeill
Garen ran a hand through his hair.
“If I had to guess, I’d say he’s run away from home,” he said. “Or decided to have an adventure and has gotten lost somewhere in the forest.”