by Sean Sandulak Continued from Part One & Part Two It wasn’t until the next afternoon that they reached the scorched earth that marked the edge of the dragon’s territory. While it would range over a hundred leagues when hunting,…

by Sean Sandulak Continued from Part One Cravan’s face turned an even brighter shade of red. “What do you mean, ‘No’? It’s a bleeding prophecy! It’s like it has already happened. You can’t just say, ‘No, thank you. I’m a…

by Sean Sandulak Cravan idly swirled the last bit of his beer around in the bottom of his flagon. It was a weak brew, wholly unsatisfying, but it also represented the last of his coin, so he had been nursing…

by Denise Winters Continued from Part One Hannah’s mouth dropped and she was almost knocked flat out on her back with the realization of what the demon was saying. “The golden fiddle. You mean you want the golden fiddle?” First…

by Denise Winters Hannah skidded to a halt. Her bike stopped, but her heart beat a thousand miles an hour. She tried to calm her breathing. She was getting too old to be scared of haints and demons, of monsters…