fable

Stories. Everyone had a story. And most of the good ones involve one of two things. Explosions, of course, and storms. On rainy days, Aerwyna always tried to slip away from whatever pod-related task was selected for her. Organizing hunting patrols and the sort happened everyday, and while they...

"So then I pick the guy up and rip his throat clean out of his neck!" The house roared with cheers of amusement and laughter as drops of blood peppering Enca from a few patrons who raised their drinks just a bit too high. This place stunk both figuratively and literally. When Enca first heard...