A Wizards work is never done.

Microfiction, Fantasy, Monsters, Beasts, Sword and Sorcery, Dragons, Dungeons, Fiction Writing

I watched the Hawk high in the sky float and float. Then it tucked its head in and dove like a missile straight toward the tree line...

“Sit, sit now children, and I will tell you the tale of how the Young Refugee Prince, Three Days a Slave, Lord Prince of the Relm, became...

Unexpectedly large would describe the Black Dog, a three-storied, inn and tavern. Unheard of outside the great cities. In the tavern

Sitting now in the open hall of The Wailing Woman, with his best friends Beast and Ale, Rot wondered how a man like Lant survived. He was th

Many a tale flow through the Inns of Velin, like the ale from kegs that never run dry. The bowels of the great city are the scene for many o