Anthelleon, stubborn and prideful as ever, insisted on carrying Mahvel herself, on her own two feet. Standing tall, she strode from the room to present Neyvern with their son. Ranthia chose to give th...

Clover wasn’t under Ranthia’s bed, in her own bed (used exactly once), in the bathroom wash basin, near the treat jar, nor any other of her traditional hiding places that Ranthia had discovered. And a...

Clover wasn’t in her lap anymore, which was strange—Ranthia didn’t think she’d been in her world within for so long that Clover could have finished both classes. But she still didn’t even bother to op...

Under normal circumstances, Ranthia could have squirmed her way out from under the dead wyvern within seconds. But no matter what she attempted, her world continued to spin uncontrollably. Which kind ...

“I know you stay in town, but right now I need to know that you’re safe more than anything. So please, don’t go anywhere. We’ll know soon enough what the situation truly involves, and you’ll probably ...

“My gratitude for taking time out of your busy schedule to meet with me.” Lumornor remained seated behind his desk as he spoke. At least he looked up at her, though his smile was so forced that it ver...

Drx’tharan, the Sun-kissed Slaughterer—crucially, the only hope Sylphene and her party had to pass through the region safely—was dead. And his killer was ripping through his ribcage to get at his hear...

Aside from a handful of positive moments of culture shock, the elf that was calling herself Sylphene could hardly claim to be enjoying her time spent amongst the oft-seclusive devils. So many of her e...

There were lingering questions after their last hunt—chief among them being why the bear had started to stray from its territory. For as long as the City of Arts had stood, the mountain lord had remai...