Strange Bireme

“It should have risen an hour ago along with the rest of the wildcat. This brings dark mischief.”

by Epidiah Ravachol

One Winter’s Due

“Thus the sisters found themselves, as they had many times before, at oath-odds.”

By Epidiah Ravachol

Steam still rose from Ondir’s crimson throat when his wife awoke next to his cooling body…

The Shape of the World

by Epidiah Ravachol

Three Came Upon a Fire

“I have lived enough to know the gods do not keep all their promises, but you can trust them to keep their cruelest ones.”

High Upon the Table of the World

“Behold your legacy, child. Feel its heft and slickness in your grip. Marvel at its opalescent depths. When my own hands were younger…”

A Slaying in Smoke

“Then I am pleased to offer you this unique experience before you should perish.”

By Epidiah Ravachol

Muaphet Raum strolled through the streets arm in arm with that toad-throated entity…

The Hoard of Yengra

by Epidiah Ravachol

Chapter 1: The Justice of Multheri

The Pebble Ballad

“I had just closed my tired eyes and in the span of a single nod the entire world rotted away.”

By Epidiah Ravachol

In Search of a Slaying

There, in the rain, Sister Buzzard sulked. She watched the strangers dry in her hollow, taunted by the scent of the rabbit they cooked.

Day of the Coward

“Of the many dooms awaiting him in this churning mass of viscera and colors, this was one that he could avoid.”

By Epidiah Ravachol