Amara points across the room with an accusing finger. “The chaise is plotting against me.” Her finger moves to accuse the next piece of furniture. “The lamp is laughing at me. And —” Her finger falls upon the last inanimate object that’s apparently out to get her. “— that shelf has been calling me fat!”
Is a bigger than normal breadbo
Tenebella drew a Dragon. She drew a Dragon-man. Actually, she just drew a Dragon.
Amara Valda, ladies and gentlemen: smoothest woman in Realmgard.
"Chess me."
Where DOES she keeping finding those glasses of water?
The Lyte Brigade at the Nearfields tavern.
Realmgard's greatest love story.
So, I swear I did not go into this intending to write three stories in a row about women with axes, but once I realised I was poised for the hat trick, I decided to revisit Bruna and the Foxhound.
And come back next week to see if I pull off the 'Women with Axes' hat trick…
