Tales of the Hoard
The Bear and The Dragon
Hallborn the Berserker had a choice. Either head east to slay the dragon that had been terrorizing the Kingdom of Perith, or to stay in the capital and be beheaded by the King. When he thought about it, it really wasn’t much of a choice. When your raiding party is defeated and you’re held captive by a monarch, you don’t really get... READ MORE
The Bear & The Dragon, Part Two
Lasairfhíona and Hallborn told stories and spoke of themselves until the dawn started to creep over the horizon. The red-haired maiden looked up when a cockerel began to crow, bolted up, and barely said a word to Hallborn before she ran off into the line of trees. “Oh, all right,” he muttered. “Yes, goodbye, nice talking to you... READ MORE
Back Into the Dead Zone
Rule number one for survival in the Dead Zone: look out for number one. Don’t care about anything or anyone except you. I mean, it’s the apocalypse. You don’t want to be weighed down by… oh, a crying baby, for example. Especially when the baby won’t stop crying. No matter how much I threaten the nursemaid... READ MORE
In the Deadzone
What do you do when a feral catches your scent in the Dead Zone, while you’re trying to get into the underground safe haven to retrieve a bit of loot for Captain “Nutjob” Chuck? Three options. Option 1: you run. And when you run you better believe that you have to run fast, and run hard, and pray to whatever deity you still... READ MORE
The Ogre Awakes
I’ll spare you the details of how Princess Xingxin journeyed through the land with her entourage. Just know that it wasn’t easy and there had been a few encounters with Pixiu and Nine-Tailed Foxes and that Her Majesty routed them all with great skill and aplomb. Now the time had come. The Princess and her men stood outside the gates of the... READ MORE
The Princess and The Ogre
Wise Woman Kang Kai of the Dragon Temple peered into the Orb of Prophecy over her half-moon glasses, its lenses betraying nothing of the darkness she saw gathering inside. “Oh my.” She had a voice like a rabbit being squeezed in a falcon’s claws. “Well, what is it?” Consul Shanlong asked, checking the face of his... READ MORE
Maggie Peasebody (A Continuation)
So ‘twere that Maggie Peasebody was married on the morrow, and all the folk of our village came to see the nuptials, which everyone agreed were beautiful ‘n’ charmin’ and all of the sort. So pleased Maggie at her beautiful wedding that she had forgotten all about the hagstone and Robin’s warning until after... READ MORE
The Tale of Maggie Peasebody
Here's a story that's been passed down to me by your grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's— you get the picture. Once upon a time when the world was young, the Fair Folk walked amongst the people as plain as you're sitting there at my feet. They lived in wee little cottages, drove their wee little carts, and sold their wee little crops... READ MORE
Some Wicked Treats 2
“That’s right, you dumb witch, come get me!” Cassie Johanson has guts. That’s what her dad used to say, especially when she was afraid. He’d named her after Butch Cassidy after all, and Casey at the bat, which meant she could keep a.) face down a pack of coyotes on her own and b.) keep swinging even when the outlook wasn’t... READ MORE
Some Wicked Treats
Alexandra Cromwell has been trying to summon the Dark Lord for, oh, going on about a century now. The other witches from the coven laugh behind her back. They say, “Silly Alexandra, believing in fairy tales. Silly Alexandra, thinking she can summon the Goat of Mendes all by herself. Silly Alexandra.” Eye of newt, horn of toad, egg of... READ MORE