"Yes, there are some unusual patterns to these - her patients, but we have nothing to prove anything other than statistical anomalies."

"Ladies and Gentleman, Children of all ages! Welcome to my Carnival! You will see sights to behold, and things beyond belief! Some may frighten you, and some may shock you, but its all in good fun! Please, stay a while...and watch."

The father of the Hanaset society, who to this day watches his people through reptilian eyes...

She's everywhere. And she won't stop coming until she has the throne.

These be the tales of The Golden Prize, the most feared ship on The Liquid Sky.

A contract Made before Durmenthir is a contract kept.

Good and evil? I see neither, I only see law and order opposing chaos and anarchy. Anarchy means blood, death, and poverty. I'll take order and riches over that.

Sokolov the Axiomancer

They came from nowhere suddenly.

"Hail! You there, farmer. We are in need of aid; do you have a temple or a priest? We ran into some bandits up the road there and are injured. Jonst won’t last much longer." A large man bellowed from the broken roadside.

"Of course stranger. You can find Luayas in the center of the village proper continue on until you see a large apple tree; she can aid your wounded. Please be gentle and offer tithes for her generosity." A gentle eyed man in homespun clothing, simple yet comfortable in the heat.

"Thank you farmer, we are in your debt. What does Luayas look like so that we might find her quickly? Does she stay by the tree often?" saying over his shoulder in thanks as he half pushed, half carried his companion along.

"No stranger." The farmer laughed, "She is the tree."

Heroes, like legends, usually have a basis in fact. And, just like with legends, the facts rarely live up to the myth.
George the Dragonslayer is one such hero.

A demon's kiss burns with lust and with shame. So do their secrets and their magic.

You say you have no place to go, friend? That you do not even know, if it is worth going anywhere? I hear there is a place where they might help you.

Space-Faring, Hard-Rocking, Metal-Grinding, Star-Tripping, Deathdealing, Dwarves.

30 painted ladies of the oldest profession. Reader discretion is advised.

The 13 living statues of the Dal Nastro ruins

Why did you buy all those Iron Spikes?

"You may have wondered what lead me down this path? It was the simple observation I made while escavating the tomb of an ancient chieftan If only these bones could talk..."

From the personal account of Meridah Onware, in discussion with Professor Siana Tamar.

Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger:
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home.
And freedom, oh freedom,
Well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking,
Through this world all alone.

First, you get the gold. Then you get the power. I could care about the women, I've had the men in the palm of my hand since I was 17.

Memoirs of Wealth, excerpt

The Arcade is a long narrow entertainment district built upon the dried up Arcadey creek. This jurisdictional no mans land has become a vibrant section of the city.