Hovering just above the tops of the odd-looking trees, the insect looking beast had its long snout stuck into one of the large flowers,

Timothy Mason, or Saul of Flean, as he is known on Cket-a3, seldom runs from a fight. Running away isn’t very good for the reputation if the

By far Mr. Mason’s favorite Adventure Destination is the planet Zada-3. Zada-3 is a classic life-supporting planet that has all the

“Happy, there is a fluctuation in the power runners on the port side, what is going on,” I asked my Engineer.

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

To Say that Sally Well and Growler Ink were made for one another, would be a slight understatement. 

To Say that Sally Well and Growler Ink were made for one another, would be a slight understatement.

“The rich get richer, the rest of us die.” I was driving from Phoenix to Butte, a thousand miles shouldn’t take long. The radio played a tal

“Damn it.” Kelsey hissed in a low muted tone as if someone might hear. A great breath in, a short massive exhale. Looking at herself in the

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

Well, I guess in order to determine if you really want to read about Mr. Mason, you first need to know who and what Mr. Mason is and...

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