The army of the Wildlands is surrounded, a tiny island amidst a sea of rotting, hungry death. “Steady on, old boy,” mutters Owl, though his ...

Pinocchio swings his legs over the edge of his footstool. "Are you done yet?" he asks for the seventh time. His reedy voice echoe...

“We witnessed their fall,” concludes the foreigner in his sorrowful, lofty tone, “and we alone were left to tell the tale.” The air around C...

“What about the winter?” asks Pinocchio. “Do you like winter?” “Not really,” sighs the Little Pig. “There’s too much snow.” He squints ag...

At first, it wasn’t so bad. He and Junior had kept to the forests throughout the entire mess. There weren’t many of the dead back then, an...

The Wildlands are no place for men, but the Hunter has adapted himself well. He’s gone several days without shaving and he hasn’t eaten sin...

The Dwarf pushes back his bowl with an unsatisfied grunt. It wasn’t much of a breakfast, but he can’t fault the girl - she barely has any f...