The cover depicts a stylized rose with one drop of blood dripping from one of its thorns.
(But is there more than meets the eye with this book, of bloody course there is!)
After the sorceress Rigalene died, those going through her estate were puzzled. Where were all her books? And how would they find homes for all these cats?
A young scholar and mage creates a book to hold all the knowlage he discoverd without haveing to carry a library or destroy what he wrote.
The Unic Horn can be used to utter audible spells by blowing through the horns and bone resonator.
Legacy of the sorcerous Shetam Kham, these complex rites allow even the most evil of accursed items to be reclaimed.
They say the walls have ears. Here we have a book that does….
Book with initially blank pages which records the life of the holder from the time it is picked up to the day someone else picks it up, at which point it starts again as blank pages.
Flip. Flip. Flip. Flip. The sound softly echoed in the Sanctum’s walls.
A Wizard’s most prized possesion is his Spellbook and with this item it will be safe from the eyes of others.
Ever had that oh-so-annoying companion, that just wouldnt shut up? Here is the perfect remedy.
Even the most useless of items can become something more if a legendary mage carries it around for a couple of centuries.
Will this tome be the saviour or the bane of your heroes?
The Assassin looked at the scroll, smiled and put it away. His work was done…
Deep within a strange labyrinth, a book wields the magic of its former master. Illusion becomes reality.
The city of Nausopol is built on stilts. Lots of very sturdy stilts and butresses, of course, because it rises about five hundred feet from the ocean. Even the most terrific of storms is only heard in the city as a distant cacophony of blasts as waves strike the solid stonework fathoms below. It has never been attacked because of its isolation and impregnability.
It's not a place for the faint-hearted: vertigo and sea-sickness are not desirable traits. But when you are standing in the middle of the city there is no way you could tell that you were standing above an ocean, separated only by a gulf of air and a few stones.
A thousand steps lead down from Nausopol to the floating docks. These docks are pitch-coated wooden and can be raised by winches during squalls. Trade with other cities and countries is good: Nausopol is built over a sunken atoll whose minerals are still mined by divers, and it was from this that it originally derived its wealth.
But the principal method of getting to and from the city is by riding the giant sea-eagles which have been captured and bred for that very reason.