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She crouched in one of the uppermost branches of the sturdy gray-barked zomay trees, staring out over the misty green canopy of the surrounding jungle. It was the wilderness known among the Tupai as the Swallowing Screech. Eela hugged herself with leathery wings as she shivered with nervous anticipation. It was her day, finally. Her…
An icy wind blew glittering shards of frozen water up the ridge overlooking the ruins of B’hira City, plinking harmlessly off the chitinous black shell of the giant spider-like creature that gazed down upon the wreckage through black compound eyes that had the look of rotten grape clusters. The last fires had guttered out just…
The rock zipped past his snout as Ribas Salek approached the understated storefront at the corner of Zonepf and Klerg in the Tavern District of his home city of Vor. He felt that rough gray stone, about the size of his fist, whoosh a few inches ahead of his black nose, before it slammed into…
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“Oh, my,” the deposed Zar said, gawking up at the high stone ceiling as it collapsed toward him and the looming Hekayti bounty hunter. He smiled. “So much for your little plan.” Hideg Fekretu stepped off the lift, confident that he would avoid a violent demise in the clutches of the vengeful Medlidikke pirate, Vard…