Bestiary Series: Gravehide Warbeast

The air still stank of blood and death. The battle was four days ago, but the stench would linger for many months to come. Jaylene watched her team as they climbed the final foothill. They …

Bestiary Series: The Ballad of the Flying Teeth

Skittering, whispering, swarming through sky, Here come the beasts with the spikes and green eyes, Chattering, clattering, battering air, Long before you even know that they’re there, They’re on you. With biting and tearing and …

Bestiary Series: The Rootbloom

Rootbloom Expedition, Day 1. Report by Captain Ulyss R. Potrich. By the grace of good winds and the generous financial backing of Lady M, we made excellent time sailing into the lower reaches of the …

In Plain Sight: Rise of the Tactician

No one knew when the new guy had joined the camp, or where he had come from. The bandits took on just about anyone who could keep up with them. And asking anyone—either a new …

Flight of the Butterfly: Rise of the Invoker

They were professional, the shopkeeper had to give them that. She sat on her stool in the corner as the three men barged into her small shop and assumed a defensive perimeter in the main …

Empyrean: Piper’s Origin

The young woman restrained herself from pacing across her opulent suite as a trio of handmaids fluttered around her, preparing her for the formal ball. She wriggled her shoulders, trying to settle the formal, floor-length …

Smoke and Mirrors: Rise of the Ardent

The radiant phoenix unfurled its red, gold, and orange wings, launching into the air from the wizard’s outstretched hand. Trailing a stream of glittering sparks from its long, fiery tail as it flew into the …

What Was Yours Is Now Mine: Rise of the Rogue

“Stop right there.” The ragged-looking rogue froze as he was about to step into the large stone room. Heaving a resigned sigh, he turned from the destination he and his party had fought and died …

Spirit of Honour: Rise of the Spiritualist

The mood throughout the mercenary camp was grim on the eve of their next battle. The barbarian force they’d been hired to eliminate was larger—much larger—than their initial advance information had revealed. What’s more, they …

Bestiary Series: Unlikely Allies

“An’ don’t come back without som’thin’ ta eat!” His da’s words burned in Coln’s ears as he staggered out the door, his side hurting from where the man had caught him with a hard foot. …

Changing of the Guard: Rise of the Druid

When he reached the edge of the forest, the man who had walked more than one hundred days stopped for a moment just to stare. The verdant growth was the thickest he had ever seen, …

Crossed Paths: Rath’s Origin

A jaunty tune echoed off the buildings surrounding the dark, nearly deserted street that led to the Port of Dreams. At this time of night, only the unwary walked outside, and only the truly foolish …

Ring of Steel: Rise of the Warrior

Just before dawn, the red-haired woman sprinted through the grassy fields and fading darkness, bound hands held out before her. As she moved, she scanned back and forth, looking for any kind of edge—a sharp …

Bestiary Series: Doorcrasher

“No.” The single word, spoken so calmly, so confidently, took Awnwyn by surprise. She blinked and leaned back. Raising a hand that she had to fight to keep from shaking, she brushed a lank tendril …

Pillar of Strength: Rise of the Atlanta

The captain’s body cartwheeled off the parapet and hit the stones of the courtyard with a crunch that seemed to suck all the sound out of the besieged keep. The two-dozen exhausted soldiers left on …

Survivor: Laureat’s Origin

I had no choice. The words sat on the damp page of the journal, mocking the dirty, battered woman who had just written them. She wiped the latest bit of dampness from her furrowed brow, …

Bestiary Series: Tumblespine

In the brambles, dressed in thorns, No head nor tail, no tooth nor horns, It clicks and creeps, it turns and winds, Beware the hunting Tumblespine. Vaska ducked under branches and twisted her way through …

Loyalty: Rook’s Origin

Gasping for breath, the skinny boy ran through the drenched streets, bare feet splashing through filthy puddles as he pulled an even thinner girl along behind him. A dozen paces back, shouts and the stamp …

To the New Chronologue

To my replacement, If you have opened the Postern and found your way into these halls, then I am dead–likely by your hand. I bear you no animosity. (To the victor go the spoils.) I …