Also known as Virgin's Rose, the Secret Flower, and the Scarlet Lady

After Buddha died, his shadow was still shown for centuries in a cave—a tremendous, gruesome shadow. God is dead; but given the way of man, there may still be caves for thousands of years in which his shadow will be shown. And we—we still have to vanquish his shadow, too.

-Frederick Nietzsche

The Zenahin Flower, Zenahin Bloom, Star Eye, Mood Flower, Little Judge, it has many names.

A flower that blooms in honor of the sun itself.

‘‘I know where you can find just what you’re looking for. Give me a few days and I’ll get it for you. Trust me, it’s better if I get it for you. The only place in the city that has exactly what you’re looking for is the Hardville ghetto. It’s dangerous for most folk to enter that place unles they know the right people’‘.

Look at that, pale as death and she's got her neck covered, betcha fifty she's a fang-banger

Bar patron

A forest of perpetual Autumn

Inspiration comes from strange places

"How far? Ye'll know ye've found Malver's Way when ye sees the Arch."

With a twitch of the leg and the push of a button; Houston's boots emitted a massive amount of steam and he was sent headlong into the air.

The thief looked around to make sure noone was near and then grabbed a golden jewel-studded chalice. At once two bronze effigies sat up on the tombs they lay on, their ruby-red eyes snapped upon and they spoke in a metalic voice which echoed through the nave. "Put that back and leave this holy place, or face death for your act of sacriliege."

A vampire Blood Doll, her master, and the workshop they share

A dangerous romp across the Soviet Union in a race to rescue the eccentric Dr. Pegasus before he can complete his secret design.

"...I'll be damned if I go within a league of the Girders. Death is there on eight damn legs clicking and chugging away." Ex-salvager Tim McClanny

A healing charm with an... annoying side effect

Known as the Plateau of Dread, the desert where the civilization of the Thauns once shimmered is now a wasteland battled over by immortal tyrants.

What is the justification for the nobility? Some appeal divine authority. In one world however, being of noble blood really does elevate you above the common rabble. By virtue of magical aptitude.

Steel is the herald of dawn. Steel is the slayer of tyrants. Steel is the bringer of liberty. Steel shall prevail.

"It was as if, for a heartbeat, the world awoke, and lashed out in rage at those who disturbed it."

No, not a LOTR knock-off