God of Strength in the Night, Hiding your Numbers, and The Silent Kill.

The deadly legacy of a vindictive demon, Shugrat's lust is to be feared by those who dread to sin..

I know. I know. It sounds crazy. But look at it! Look at what it is doing. The lightning strikes! Three times right on top of us. The hail. It just struck our car. The Wind hitting the house so hard. It is after us. It wants something. And, if we can figure out what it wants, I say we give it to ... it.

With it's ability to electrocute you with a magical bolt from it's nose, mess with a Wandfish and you may well end up sleeping with the fishes.

Exotic birds for any game

As the tree sprouted from his chest, and the roots anchored his body to the ground, he wished as he died that he had not eaten the golden apple.

Ever wonder what secret a Wizard's beard holds? How did it get so long? Has this man really not shaved for that long?

Bringing more fantastic elements to the old classic.

The susurrating death-bringer of the Northern Moors.

The Dark Kind came to the world as conquerors. They failed. Now they are odd neighbors.

"Though they walk as men and grow as weeds, they are neither; the angry dead, feeding the green with the rage until they walk again, yellowing bones bound by the twining green."

Pitiable creatures, wandering forever in search of that denied them, unable to rest even as they crumble away to little more than crawling wrecks of bones.

"My god, what is that?"
"Orcweed, sir. Never need a wall with this growing."

Burninating the countryside,
Burninating the peasants
Burninating all the peoples
And their thatched-roof COTTAGES!
TROGDOR!

The leftover remnants of Mind can sometimes cling to existence when the Body fails and the Spirit departs...

The genesis of Gurgustius and Gorboduc and the curse upon their father Brutus is a terrible legend. Who knows if it is true? But it is the only way to account for the hideous sutured spawn of the King who is hidden.

Slain by thirst and heat, these sad souls seek moisture - any moisture - to quench their eternal, burning thirst.

The Yang to Lutazum's Ying, the grand totem of the Maletanalu, the 5th tribe of the Hanaset.

The Wordfishes of Hloth, known also as the Sshpah, are strange composite-minds of the Hlothian jungles.

The River Dragons are a beautiful, sleek race. Their irridescent scales are soft and almost invisible under a fast-racing current. As long as a long riverboat, they propel themselves upstream with occasional flaps of their powerful wings.