It was a cold, cloudy day in Oro, the capital city of Darros. It didn’t bother Advard, who walked with joy in his heels, his pocket heavy with ten iron squares. He worked hard as a cobbler and got lucky that day, a few rich citizens tipped him well. This added to the several seasons-worth of […]
Azara was going to take a big risk. She lived on the streets of Oro as a beggar-thief for several seasons after her escape from the Iceborn Isles. What she wanted now was better food. She didn’t spend much time planning her heist. There was a big house a few blocks away from the Frost Palace, […]
“No one in this book can pass through the Shell, you hear me Toftin?” he said, referring to the all-surrounding white walls of Inoria.
Yorra, the Minister of Continental Affairs, wanted to push the Ambassador for more information.
“How goes the campaign on the Chefron city states?” he asked.
“We’ve been encountering less resistance than we thought,” the Ambassador said, picking his words carefully. “However, there is a problem that is out of our control.”
She limped inside like a bird with broken wings. The look on her face made the room feel colder. “They killed him, Rodrik. I saw them hang him. It’s only a matter of time before they get us,” she said. Rodrik brushed his bowl of hot soup aside and wiped his mouth. He knew of […]
Great roars of thunder rolled in the distance and the sound swept through the plains and bounced off the mountains ahead. The land was all but unknown to you, and then, in the dark and assaulted by the elements, you were hopelessly lost, hungry, and afraid.
Fifty seasons had passed since the end of The Sunder. Memories of the long civil war twisted my dreams into horrid shapes, until I only slept a few hours a night. The memories were part of me, though my old body and mind refused to accept them.
The King and his advisor exchanged whispers as the two monks and the Royal Protector stood patiently in silence. Lirios turned his head to face them. “You may leave now,” said the Royal Advisor. Tarnan and Nara nodded, and proceeded to the exit. Gélin hesitated. Just before the monks made their exit, he turned around […]
Small droplets of sweat formed on King Bevérian’s forehead…
A terrible sense of unease took hold of her, and she assumed the worst had happened down below.
They were too late.