The Dreaming Pool
Anthony Reynolds
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The darkening forest was full of beauty, but the girl saw none of it as she stomped along the winding path. 
The Weakest Heart
Ariel Lawrence
I tasted my own blood on my lips, but it was he who was off balance for the moment. The rest of the gang’s prattle went silent.
“You haven’t seen all my tricks,” I said as I stood.
Of Rats and Cats<br> and Neon Mice
Ariel Lawrence
No chance running into any witnesses, even if they would be willing to talk to the police.
I walked out onto the bridge a few paces and turned to face the lift.
Hollowspun
Dana Luery Shaw
Kai’Sa peers out from the mouth of the tunnel and feels like she’s standing at the edge of the world.
THE DISSONANT VERSES
Ian St. Martin
“To think that there could be a lost chapter of the scriptures, another god—”
“There will be no more talk of such things!” Qylmaster snapped, all his former warmth gone.
The Dream Thief
Matt Dunn
He hums because he can no longer sing the songs of his youth to comfort himself. He cannot bear to inhale the icy air. 
With Hell Before Them
Jared Rosen
June 14th, 1868We have reached the mouth of the Black Canyon, after many days of tracking the black hoofprints of the devil’s dread riders.
Lullaby
His father would have joined in singing the name day song if he hadn’t already fallen asleep, slumped in his chair, chin dropping to his chest.
Thorns of the Black Rose
L J Goulding
Pushing past him, I stride through the yawning mouth of the gate. He almost drops the lantern in surprise, seeing the entrance now, for the first time.
The Thrill of the Chase
So you and I are going to have a long talk, and you’re going to tell me who you’re working for.”
Devaki didn’t answer, and Caitlyn grinned as she reached over his prone body.
For Those Who Have Fallen
Reminding me I am alive, and of every moment that brought me here. My brother-in-arms, Pylas, telling me to stop getting blood on his victory… The barbarian raid, each of us near death… Collapsing upon Targon’s pinnacle… The Darkin blade, cutting through death to awaken me again… Empyrean wheat, clinging to the mountain… The mud on my hands as I put down the plow, and pick up the spear…
All of that would be nothing without a woman taking up her shield—knowing that she would not survive, but that she would fight.
Vayne
Even as she shakily smoothed her father’s eyelids closed – his mouth still agape, frozen in his last horrific moments of confusion – the demon’s smile seeped through her thoughts. 
A Smoldering Coal
Roy Graham
The echo of his words shook the very timbers of the hall. Never had I heard him speak like this—I could not miss something dangerous just under the surface.
Anivia
But death cannot touch Anivia herself. The sagas speak of how she has been struck down and slain a handful of times throughout history, though she is always reborn—for as long as the Freljord exists, her soul is immortal.
Draven
The fights were often bloody—this was still Noxus after all—but far less often ended in death. The rivalries, trash-talking, and intrigue between the best-known Reckoners became the stuff of legend throughout the empire, but none were talked about more than Draven. 
Cassiopeia
In time, and under her mother’s tutelage, Cassiopeia blossomed into a young woman of tremendous beauty, cunning and intelligence, if somewhat lacking in empathy. She saw those around her as tools to be used to achieve her goals, and then cast aside just as quickly.
Kalista
She had no idea what had transpired, but the city of Helia had been transformed into a twisted mockery of its former beauty—indeed, the entirety of the Blessed Isles was now a place of shadow and darkness, filled with howling spirits trapped for all eternity in the nightmare of undeath. 
Irelia
Even as a small child, Xan Irelia was fascinated by the grace and beauty of human movement. Under her grandmother’s tutelage, she learned the traditional silk dances of her province—though she was dubious of their supposedly mystical connection to the Spirit of Ionia, Irelia’s love for the dances was real.
Camille
She had exceptional tutors, learning to speak several foreign languages and play the cellovinna at a concert-master level. 
Syndra
She would often get lost in the magical beauty of a pond eclipsed in shadow, or a trail of sugarbeetles climbing the wall.