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 ...