fantasy-fiction

In Dominion they have a saying about the Lasters. Those who can, Splice. Everyone else comes in Last.

Mortals cannot perceive me with the physical eye whilst in my pure form unless it is of my choosing, for it would result in fatality, which begs the question of why you are an exception.

I guess, my advice would be the following: stay calm and do not let the panic seize you.

The demon is crouched in the corner, between the Cheetos and the onion dip. It__ a small one, only about four feet tall: a low-level creeper. I flick my gaze over the spot like I don__ see it and open the cooler door to get a Coke.

Chapter 8 - The Rescue Team: "Timbroke Hall was completely dark. A creaking shutter opened and closed to the rhythm of a howling, north wind. It bore a cold reminder of the harsh winter coming quickly this year. The children crept up the rock stairs to the familiar wooden doors at the front of the building. Ariana led them around the porch to a side door according to her, was never locked. The broken handle dangled loosely and offered free entrance. The team cautiously crossed the threshold of the old hall into pitch blackness. An owl hooted and the sound of large wings flapping reverberated around them. Camilla startled, cried out a fearful yelp causing everyone to jump. Hannah reflexively covered Camilla__ mouth until she was certain nothing more would slip out. __uiet,_ whispered Jess in an angry tone directed at Hannah. __t wasn__ me,_ whispered Hannah pointing down at Camilla. __orry,_ whispered Camilla apologetically.

A figure stood at the far end, cloaked in black and beckoning him.

From: The Crown of TelusShe opened her eyes, saw the crown sitting on her bedside table, and wished that it was all a dream. The crown of Trist was nothing special. It had no gemstones, no gold or silver filigree; instead it was simple, a metal circlet with four points and some inlay around a scratched and dented band. __t__ a working man__ crown,_ she remembered her father holding the symbol of power out to her when she younger. __ee the inlay? Three moons, one for each of our gods, over an oak which represents the mighty forests of the north, a shock of wheat for the Plainsmen to the south, a ship for the Gheltes to the west, and a hashap flower for the spice in the east. Nothing more. We don__ need anymore.__ears welled in her eyes. A working man__ crown. Nothing fancy or bejeweled, a symbol of the power that guides the land and cares for its people. This was going to be the first day she wore it as queen.

As he hurtled through the air Simon saw the boiling emerald fire hit his protective spell and explode into sickly green sparks, inches from where Falamir was still crouched, oblivious to the chaos unfolding around him.

Seek Knowledge, Protect Knowledge, Share Knowledge.

We've seen firsthand the footprints of the Mordant's treachery.

Reflections of the battlements shimmered in the deep green moat, casting an image of enduring strength, an image that defied the very siege of time.

In the beginning there was only Darkness.

Careful, mother, or you could end up dangling in another's webs.

Like seduction, the Priestess took poisoning to an art form.

All his senses screamed in warning, the very air reeking of forbidden magic, but duty call him forward.

Yeah, but what we need are some fighters who know how to take down a wolf. I know three.""If you are going to get the Pigs, you'll need backup. They're not to be trifled with.

For an instant Stile was daunted by the improbability of it all: a man, a cyborg, a robot, an animalhead, and a wooden golem, all riding unicorns through a battlefield strewn with goblins and dragons, pursuing an invaluable ball of power-rock that rolled along a channel cleared by plastic explosive. What a mishmash!

Evil surrounds everyone, but not everyone is able to confront it.