Thirty more Priests, some of them very good and holy people, and others anything but.

The Pool of (add the name of the God or Goddess of your choice) is well known as one of the greatest holy places of the world. It is said to be full of piles of gold and jewels, a place where wishes are granted, wounds are healed, prophets have dreams that come true, and suspected criminals are fairly judged. Pilgrims from the other end of the world have been known to travel for more then a year, braving the perils of disease, brigands and bad weather, just to reach it's holy waters.

The children of some of the murdered City Guards formed the 'White Knights', their stated aim being to help the City Guards crack down on crime.

Seven more romantic relationships between humans and goblins.

Princess Helen of Grond is one of the most beautiful princesses on the planet...if, that is, you happen to be an Orc.

Once a year, Father Olaf delivers presents to all the people of the world in one night.How does he do it? With the help of the Sleigh of the Storm, and the vital Shard of the Storm within it.

Here are the thirty Rangers of the Bushland National Park-the good the bad, the clean and the dirty.

A Royal Court is a busy place…

7 Builders, who build the good, the bad, and the rather ugly.

I had me a dream once. Just after I *acquired* this here knife. Only the knife was a bit shinier and I was in an alley somewhere. I dunno, maybe it was Brie or Holsten, someplace like that. Anyways, I'm walking down this alley when I comes across some dumb bloke trying to shortcut his way to market. Like *my* alley is a god-d**ned thoroughfare for just anyone!

If you sit down for a drink of Timewine, be careful to remember just how many drinks you have consumed, or it might turn around and club you on the head when you least expect it.

For want of a nail a horse was lost
For want of a horse a rider was lost
For want of a rider a message was lost
For want of a message a battle was lost
For want of a battle a kingdom was lost...

Which serves as a warning not to get on the wrong side of the God of Smalll Things.

Seven pieces of gleaming and magical magnificent headwear fit for the heads of royalty, but heavy can be the head that wears the crown.

Mark woke up and groaned. His breastplate felt heavy on him. When he looked at his arms and legs he began to cry. His wonderful muscles, earned through excersise, running, fights and several quests, were gone, leaving him with no more muscle power then a young girl. He had heard the tales of the Muscle Flies but had not throught they were true until it was too late. He could move, but it would take a very long time to get his muscles back into good condition again.

This mouldy green blade has saved many of it's owners, only to turn on some of them who dared to overwork it. It should be treated with great respect by it's owner, to avoid what happens when it goes bad.And allways remember, keep it out of the kitchen at all costs!

Thirty books, some the kind you could pick up in your local library, others that are carefully hidden away from the general public for good reasons.