On the snow-covered street leading to the market, Azara sang. It was the only song she knew, a song no one else had heard before. She focused on the song, her voice filled the afternoon with shades of sadness and nostalgia…
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, […]
Still as stone is the river as I crawl closer for a greeting As if some distant heart had stopped its natural beating Years together yet you know me little—I must confess I am a thief, and now a dying one no less (Please do not let this note cause you too much distress) […]
The temple desperately needed coin from the brother to the King. The monks baked a special bread for his pleasure, but instead of magic bread, the temple only had a sorry story of how a little girl ran off with the most expensive bread in the entire kingdom.