As if there was not enough siliness around...

Traps gathered from the remains of a dead site. Honour and enjoy what ingenious traps were created by people unknown...

"That book?" sighed the librarian. "That one is hard to find. The priests say it is heretical. But," he continued more quietly "word is they have a few copies, and study them very carefully. That even they consider it true."

Many traps are not designed to kill or maim, but more to disgust or annoy, or even to put a smile on the victim's face... this is a scroll of such traps.

To be a detective is not the fun it seemed.

Mathom, the God of Delays, is an overlooked but powerful entity. Few worship him, but many remember him with word and deed.

A little prank that has found its uses. Shaving razor.

Beginning adventurers have a hard time to find the right employment... let us try and help them!

There was He, and there was She. And She was shy of men at first, always being told to distrust them. But He taught Her what love is, and promised Her everything he could. And they lived in happiness, and their love was perfect, for the rest of their lives.

Deep forests hide many secrets, and traditions older and stranger than civilization itself.

The sum of all spellcasting traditions of one world - or most of them - in one place.

Hold through, little Selva, do not close your eyes. It is not sleep, that comes so lightly to you. Soon you will rest under the Shroud, and wake up when the spring comes.

What happens if you actually get what you have been looking for, all the time ?

It is said that there is always night, even during the day it is dark. Undead prowl around freely, and pity to those living that end up there. Still, lucky are those eaten by the hordes, some fools get deeper and their very souls are consumed by the nameless horrors that lurk in some hidden spots. And still more serve as new material for the Necromancers, the only living creatures there, as they say at least...

When want and famine stalk the land, a strange tower of ashes appears in the village common, a tower holding the sacrifices of the unworthy. Those who have the courage may reclaim these treasures...

The Stargate universe has revealed to humanity many of its secrets, and left more open. One of the most persistent mysteries stay the Furlings.

Only a year before, King Stymian's future was firmly in his grasp. Today, he struggles for his own kingdom. But of all things, he is not a man that yields to opposition.

The Heart that beats slowly in the dark.

It is a small, peaceful village like so many others. Do you wonder who lives inside?

Where will we be one day, and what will we believe? How will we consider the world around us, and the people? How will we treat the known and the unknown, and possibly other intelligent lifeforms?

Whether close or distant future, something will be similar, and something... is very likely to be different.