Legends even to the merfolk, the reclusive Trench Dwellers are a race alien and strange beyond human reckoning.

'Ye've 'eerd th' one 'bout th' king who'll send 3000 gold royals te th' lucky man thet sends 'im a letter back t' test th' Royal Mail, an' ye heerd aboot th' succubus that makes off wi' mens' kitlins after she 'as 'er way wi' em, but ha' ye heerd aboot th' beggar lad that wants a stone from ever' village in th' kingdom?

Few things are more important to a warrior than to ensure that his… coddes… are well protected, and Red Hatchet was no exception…

Even the boldest quake with fear of the Kobelyn Cavalry of Terkuss Tahkhan! Especially if they're on the same side!

The spectacular enchantments of Agarn the Impulsive could have been even greater if he had been able to keep any of his apprentices...

The searchers found only a silken veil, so they despaired; telling their frightened families only that the Dark Lady of Destinen had taken another lover.

Near the center of the forest are the hidden halls that house the Court of Dark Memory, one of the last bastions of the Unseleigh Courts.

Shrouded in rags, this fallen foreign nobleman serves as the lethal right hand of the queen of the beggars.

Within the Ruddye Draggon, the landlord has more than fresh ale brewing. Can this landmark tavern be saved?

The Earth shifts, revealing a horror beyond time and reason...

The hatreds of men have made this island paradise into a quagmire of poverty and corruption.

The villagers paid dearly after they slew the stuttering old crone!

The beautiful Fairy Castle of Princess Callia, favored daughter of deranged Emperor Sentatian.

Crawling among the garbage and offal, the detritus of what men call civilization, the myrie bugs claim their own small domains. They eat, and breed, and wait…

The power of the runes comes with a price, one the apprentice Tamford wasn't ready to pay

"The Tower of Ill Omen!" the old gypsy gasped as she glimpsed the shattered structure at the mountain's peak.

Within the lost tomb of Abu Khanut, Agarn the Impulsive brought the forgotten priest's curse down upon his student, Alain Piercetongue. Now the wrath of an ancient god stalks the desert sands.

The Heretic Corvius bore a silken banner into battle, a blood-red standard embroidered with the ominous figure of a serpent.

Sailors long to visit the idyllic islands of the generous Zwitter folk...

The alchemists of the Hegemon did well, developing an almost undetectable Love Potion.