Avalan is a hunter in a cage. In the village of Hydrus, a fastness secluded from the Stone Lands, Avalan was born. He swam its warm waters, hunted through its blackwood forest, played the goat games on its white shore. Now, he watches the chief erect a mighty palisade...
The snow fell lightly against the frozen windows of Abban’s inn, as if to mock the heavy burden that weighed on his heart. Whiterock Mountain rose in the distance, like the giant spiky ridge of a dragon. Abban tore his gaze from the window and rubbed a copper tankard...
When Meira, the greatest witch of morning dew, cracked the second knuckle of her finger, a thread of silver crossed the frozen sill of the open window, swirling inside her hut and tying itself around her wrist. It was a clear morning, one that carried the promise of...
When first I heard about the Amulet of Yearning, I didn’t know of the simplicity of its beauty, nor the tremendous danger that lurked within its power. It was a warm and dry afternoon in the desert of Forah. My sodden tunic hugged my body, soaking up my sweat, with no...
Lord Scorthas sipped the blood in his cup, and as soon as it touched his tongue, he spurted it out through pursed lips. What was that foul taste? That sting against his tongue that made his eyes water and filled his mouth with a disgusting aftertaste? He eyed the...
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