There was another death. Death wasn’t unusual for Meadlowlark. Especially with this beast haunting the woods. But what was unusual was finding a body. Usually Rusted Jowls never let anyone escape its clutches. This time it got sloppy. The townsfolk wheeled the man down the main street. Everyone saw its mangled arms, the gaping wound in its left side. Meadowlark wasn’t large, closer to what we were used to. There were no secrets once a

Fishing is fun. Bethany said it was, so it must be true. Arlyle was having trouble believing it at the moment. The death goddess perched on the edge of a bridge, her line floating down the stories to plop into the water. She twitched her stick one way and another, watching the line sway. Nope. Nothing. Fishing was boring. The bridge wasn’t. Bethany danced across the cobbled stones in the midday sun. She hummed a

It has been a day, and no one has tried to assassinate me again. Dear no one. As always you are my greatest and closest friend. I write to you once again concerned, and hopeful for the future. They know about me know. I have screamed it from the rooftops, charged down the hill with power coursing through my veins and they are frightened. Good. I know what I will find today in my manse.

“And as we can see in this latest uprising of humans, they actually seemed to strike farther into Germania than before. Can anyone respond as to why?” “Vampires?” “That’s right. The vampires, a terrorist sect of humans that utilized their species’ unique blood magic, allied themselves with the German humans against a tyrannical Fae presence.” Raemillin scoffed. Mr. Book understood the response. Raemilin was fae, an elf of high parentage. He had relatives that remembered

“I want to be Batgirl!” “No!” I was adamant on this point. I had been adamant about it when Lana had found the book squirrelled against one side of the pack. Still adamant for the next few weeks, right up till yesterday when we reached Leftarch. Lana was not going to be named Batgirl. Lana pouted, and almost stuck her tongue out. “Not fair. I even look like it.” To be fair, she did. The

So, yeah, I’m pretty much dying today. It’s not dying, exactly. It’s more of a temporary loss of time. How temporary? That was the one thing I didn’t know about this particular future. And damn all the gods and goddesses for it, either above, below or beyond. There are many things I don’t know. Being a prophet wasn’t some faucet that I could turn on and all the secrets of the universe just spilled forth.