fable

Bum. Bum. Bum. Bumm. The beat of the leather skin drum kept the oarsmen on The Leapin’ Lizard on rhythm and in tandem, though Jack Thacker had grown weary of it in recent weeks. He heard it in his sleep; at his meals; even on deck. The thumping echoed in Jack’s head like a permanent headache...

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...