There are places, you have to understand, where the dimensions-I'm not talking about that parallel dimension metaphysical stuff, I mean dimensions like length and breadth and time-where they curl into themselves, and begin to fester. Where foul things evolve and spread...

'Before everything else, there's only orbs, and then The Creator creates his majestic creations from them' - Vleda, The Master Archive

'From the Three Orbs, I created Felenthur from the Dark Orb and then Impthus from the Light Orb. Last but not least, the world that holds my garden' - Book of Pen, Words of The Creator, pg 200

A short tale, for when your bard needs a tale of adventure, romance, and tragedy.

A short story which uses Memory Moths in a sci-fi setting. Props to Echomirage for the forum post that inspired the symbiotic Proxy Bug.

'Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.' -- Arthur C. Clark

There is a being we know as Manfred. His generators of randomness have aided the Citadel in times of need, but what of his career as a time-traveller? This is the first in a series uncovering the secret origins of famed Strolenati members. I fear I must type quickly, there are those who wouls not want you to read this. Will you crawl deeper into the rabbit hole?

The wide wicked world is a very dangerous place, especially for not-quite so big leeches who wish nothing so much as to be left out of thing such as wars, and wizards, and spells.

A short story set in the Locastus universe.

It comes slowly, making it's
Way toward you, a look of
Hunger could be seen In its eyes...

The inanimate remnants and dry husks of ideas left stillborn.

In a clearing in a long-lost wood, it was morning.

This is the tale of how Princess Amber liberated Vallermoore from it's mad Queen.