It stands in the middle of the old country. The flowers in the garden bloom, the birds sing, and she sings along with them.

The phoenix is as cruel as she is beautiful; there cannot be renewal without destruction.

Everything you wanted to poke the fantasy genre for, but were too shy to do so.

Egg repairs magical fridges, amongst other things. Apprentice to the local cryomancer, a request by her master's old classmate sends her off to the Brown Dragonflight's capital--and more than enough danger at the heart of her people's society.

Iron. Steel. Coke. Lime. No matter what fancy machines and processes they come up with, iron smelted with one's breath is still the best.

Fantasy parodies, mocking anything and everything about the genre. You want to read these. You just know you want to.

Anyways, it most certainly worked, as ever since getting the talisman, I never saw a Boinkbong at all, the thing must have kept them all away.

[Complete] Karan. Respected, aspiring novelist, friend, tenant and dragon. Well, until he eats something that he really shouldn't have...

As the title suggests, this is a collection of short stories set on Arkon. I'm trying to write a bit of everything...Read, and if you find it interesting, do leave a note or CC. Next short up: Telling the Truth

A few thoughts of the death of all things draconic as it takes a small break from work.

(COMPLETE) Consuming Darkness. Blinding Light. One poised in the Balance, golden yet black.

Werewolves. Hated, feared, abhorred. Is there ever a safe haven for those of the cursed blood? Two of them (and later, their companions) try to find out. (COMPLETE)