Through heavy breaths, Bronwen took stock of her situation. Her pursuers had lost her, the thicket covering her movements and providing essential cover.

Biting down on the thick bark-like medicine, Iona sighed through sloppy chews. Her back had stopped hurting two months ago, but the bark, they called them Redoaks, had a nasty habit of getting their users

A constant drumming echoed through the thick walls of the fortress. Attempts had been made to soundproof the outer chambers, but the size and scale of the propellers required to keep the base afloat made

Impossible vivid greens and bright colours surrounded Ricard, the foliage reaching out to him like the tendrils of a jellyfish. He stepped through, following a beaten path into the jungle, having moments

Heaving his axe out of the monster’s back, King God Reginald von Baxterville wiped the sweat from his brow, looking across the fiery battlefield of the lower realms. Plumes of lava burst from geysers all

“We have to contact the count,” the nurse was bent over the cot, her fingers gently pressing the child’s neck. “Tell him we have a ward full of sick babies, and that we need more assistance from the central

A sensation trickled down Farver’s neck, the growing excitement outside of the tunnel reaching a fever pitch. He tried to calm his breathing, holding tight to the flagpole in his hands. The harsh light

Warm orange light emanated from the floating torches along the edges of the stone staircase. The sounds of their footsteps echoed up and down the tower, muffled lightly by the swishing of their robes.

Glassy hues of light shone off of the dew-covered grass and ferns, the sun breaking through the forest’s thick canopy. Yowls from hungry kits and chirps from promiscuous birds filled the air, the occasional

“I don’t need unsolicited advice, Mara,” Terrance pulled on his parachute, checking each strap carefully.      “I just don’t want you to die, is that so bad?” Mara watched from across the room, her hands

Dappled shade leaked through the canopy of the lush verdant greens of the garden. Tamari gathered her supplies, on to the next housekeeping job required by her masters. The garden was cool, but the air

In the deep jungles of Amonkaar grows a most furtive and sought-after plant. Large dark green fronds and an intoxicating smell, the coffee tree of Amonkaar produces some of the highest quality coffee ever

The glass halls of the Chambers of Creation glistened in the midday sun. Bright whites turned to yellows and golds as they passed through the stained windows. Senior Creators shuffled around in their heavy

A fine mist poured from the sky, barely enough to feel but enough that even only a short while outside would leave you soaked. He fumbled with his keys, trying desperately to find the correct one for the

A sulphurous stench filled the room as the fossil of the ancient dragon was lowered into the vat of enchanted chemicals. Baron Constantine oversaw the process, from archaeological dig to the final resurrection

Fire swirled around Jaime, the gauntlet commanding the flames with precision. With a flick of his wrist, the dragon’s breath swallowed the hordes of oncoming orcs, unleashing a choir of agony. His troops

The Plate of Amorzhen, renowned across the eastern kingdoms, but long since lost to the annuls of time. Its inventor, Fyrizha Lo, is immortalised in the embattled and ruined kingdom of Reythuzar. Her statue

Heat radiated off of the furnace, the flames curing the steel of Nip’s newest invention. A small orb packed full of enchanted powder, which when exposed to a particular incantation, explodes into a fireball.

The warnings had been coming in for the past few days. The seers had made their predictions, and they had yet to be wrong when it came to the volcanic activity of the great Mount Reyn. Reminders to move

Shuddering ground and vibrating furniture were the first signs. On the horizon, Fern could see the emergence of a Hill Giant, its lumbering figure tearing apart the forests that had entombed it. Her small