Author: Tom Elliot

“You can’t be one of Dathe’s!” I nodded. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” Spinning on his heel, Anriq paced across the grove, the waist-deep…

Like the tree itself, the prisoner was riddled with seaworms—thousands of them. But thankfully, they were all dormant, which likely explained why the wolf was only awakening…

I didn’t stay under long. When I judged myself a safe distance from the coral hag, I resurfaced. “There he is!” Three sea witches were directly ahead…

“Stop!” The command rang across the grove, harsh and demanding, and in response, the hag I was charging lowered her hands. For a split second, I contemplated…

In the wake of the near miss, my heart pounded furiously, and my adrenaline surged. That was too close, I thought. Staying under, I waited for my…

Wood creaked and broke, causing my foot to plunge through the stairs more than once. I didn’t let it slow me down. Each time, I caught myself…

It took me two hours to reach the forest grove. Although the swamp teemed with life—mostly insects and creatures too small to pose a threat—there were a…

I stopped when the street I was following south through the plague quarter came to an abrupt end. I’d reached the saltmarsh district. Before me was the…

I awoke early the next morning and, without delay, exited the room. I had an entire ‘free’ day before I left for the valley, and I intended…