Wizards and sellswords battle to avert a predestined doom.
Wizards and sellswords battle to avert a predestined doom.
The price of heresy can be severe...
Someone's idea of a joke has broken something fundamental
It was supposed to be an easy job. Get in, open the box, get out. Things are never that simple though, are they!
Mortals who live in the tortured cosmos of The Third Realm rarely ponder the reasons for their existence. Stars boil into life and are snuffed out, gods proclaim themselves in blood and ruin, and man and goblinkind infest every corner into which they can cram themselves. The Realm is dying, the Sages say, being drawn back to some point at the core of everything. This is of little interest to farmers trying to coax a living out of dusty soils, slaves bending their backs to the whims of draconic or necrotic masters, or the poor fools being hunted across the high veldts by sauron predators.
The Realm is dying.
This collection of short stories is set in the Nine Realms of Reality where love and family contest a space filled with undead dinosaurs, insane wizards, and monstrosity.