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After the Sundering, the living law in the stone went dark. In the Veil Mountains a dwarf hold still stands—and a paladin has not yet been named.
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Fourteen tales from the shelves, newest first after the featured novel prologue.
After the Sundering, the living law in the stone went dark. In the Veil Mountains a dwarf hold still stands—and a paladin has not yet been named.
Orphaned at eight, Sam knew the river land was his. Years later he took the title in open court and threw a Saturday supper to mark the win.
I walk my dog before sunrise. That’s when the tall man and the black dog start appearing—always exactly where the walk allows them to be.
When Mythrin Online dies, cleric Lantana Sunweaver awakens in Hollowfall, climbs a living dungeon, and crosses into Susan’s world. A complete novel-length farewell.
Fifty years of favors, broken tractors, and handwritten IOUs in Caruthersville, Missouri—where a debt can outlast the man who signed it, and the Egg Standard beats the gold standard every time.
The chip does not look like salvation. Small, dull aluminum—and still it promises to rewrite desire itself.
In Maple Hollow, a house that smells like life gone stale becomes the stage for a story equal parts mess, mercy, and strange company. An unfinished novel.
From a humble glob of petroleum to a yellow duck with opinions—an origin story for the last laugh no one saw coming.
Some dreams dissolve with dawn. Others return, insistent and whole, as if they belong to a second life waiting in the attic.
In Pearland, Texas, George digs up a device that opens his own past—and learns how small choices echo across a lifetime.
A pasture beekeeper spills honey on Elon Musk’s laptop—and sparks a mission to send bees to Mars. Wild Bloom Honey’s cosmic journey begins.
In New Nexus City, a crew of hackers tries to steal more than data from NexusCorp—and discovers the VR system has a mind of its own.
In a world where gods still walk and nectar turns divine, one sting on Olympus rewrites an old myth in honey and fire.
In Honeycombe, where flowers grow taller than children, an old beekeeper tends more than hives—he tends the honey of the land.