“My name is Bin Tract, and I’m going to be the greatest mage this world has ever seen. “Greater than those before the Folly. Greater than those suckers at the Academies dotted across the landscape. Heck, maybe even greater than Camriddeon himself! Everyone will know who I am for miles around. Entire nations will come just to see me work my magic. “So just let me in!” The current mage nodded his head. And nodded

It is with great consternation and regret that I commit myself to the page, and the tragedy that is my life. Please do understand that I hold the written word is high esteem. When I am not forced into gallivanting across Neverthere, I can be found at my job at Alexandrian Library. I am a library clerk, cataloguing stories that shall never be written, in a library that in the realest sense no longer exists.

Viola awoke well before the first bells. She could barely restrain her excitement. Today was the day. She couldn’t help herself. The young woman leapt out of her bed, and gave a small cheer. Today was the day! Viola danced in her nightgown, pirouetted across the silk rugs, and was reclined in the chair before her maid burst through the door. “Countess! I heard a noise and…” The maid stopped, and turned away. It was

What does it feel like? “What?” The puny girl was talking again. Arlyle had to crane her neck up to look at the small girl-thing. This was the height of indignity for the death goddess. Being only three and a half feet tall simply would not do. However, it did not seem like that would change any time soon. Since being released from her clay prison, Arlyle was stuck tiny. She was barely dark, dressed

A prayer for the Thirteen To all the gods and none. To all those who may give solace to those who died, we pray now. May any who may be listening, hear these prayers. The Elements We give thanks to those who gave us the elements. Those who fell in the Sphere of Five were held fast, to the ever turbulent call of nature. A Prayer to Mumbai To the city of earth, the churning

It was a shack. Set in the middle of the woods, a full two leagues away from anything and anybody. A tiny ramshackle little hut, with a sign post out. It said that it was with Three Trees Trading Company. A boast, for something so small. But this wasn’t one of their myriad shops that dotted the landscape. Even for such a remote location it was less travelled than one would think, with no goods to