Kirjahaku

Magic is real. Allison Merriweather is an investigative journalist and expert magician, working for the news site Sniphunt, and she is being punished. Why else would she be assigned to cover the North American Biannual Short Story Writing Competition? It may be the biggest sporting event of the year, but it's not her beat. With nothing to investigate, it's all color commentary and jockeying to interview famous authors. Her fellow reporters are glaring daggers at her over the assignment. It must be punishment. Then things start to happen, famous authors start losing hard, and Allison starts to wonder if her editor is psychic. And precognition isn't even a thing.

They took his life. They took his memory. They took his name, leaving him nothing, leaving him a slave to Alicia Firelight Del Morgan, leaving him a world that was both irrational and unnaturally strange.Walking one pace, it was the world and city he had known. Walking two paces, it was a world where giant spiders spun webs between the office buildings and skyscrapers. Old men like dragons lived in houses and gardens beneath the city's streets. Walking even farther, it was a world where people hunted poetry as if it was a thing alive.The fair and kindly folk had taken his heart and his mind. He would have his heart. He would find his life and his name. Find the normal world that had been taken from him. Be a slave nevermore.

It began with a roar that split the morning, shattering the world with thunder and despair. The town of Edgewood had been savaged by a creature of rage and fear. A dragon had fallen upon the town. Dragons were monsters. Dragons were creatures of evil and fear. None remained who believed that dragons had once been guardians and protectors. The creatures must be destroyed.Tahrl Morgan ap Morin was forsaken. He had spoken in defense of dragons. He had sought to remind the world that dragons had once been good, but the truth defied him. With the ravaging of Edgewood, none would listen, and none would believe. Tahrl would yet seek to understand why the dragons raged, and he would try to stop the dragons from being destroyed.A roar had shattered the morning, and yet Tahrl would doubt the truth of his eyes. Tahrl would seek, and he would search for the truth beyond lies.

It began with a scream in the storm, shattering the world like thunder, yielding creatures born of nightmare and the firewind. Abominations appeared, thriving on despair, pain and fear. monsters that had not existed since a time so long ago that history had drifted into legend.Tahrl Morgan ap Morin was the leader of the Troglodyte Defense. He had been born of the Kianan and raised by the Montmorin. Protector of the Kianan, Montmorin and Dryn, he was the one who now found himself facing the nightmare storm. The one who must stop monsters that had not walked the earth since time out of mind.A scream had fractured the world like a splinter of choas thrust into the mind. The song had been broken, and the world had to be made new once more.

The company was old. The company was weak, having lost its way. Fear holding it down. Cowardice forcing it back. Once strong. Once great. Having stood too long against the dark and ancient creatures that had existed since before time itself had formed. Leaving them. Ignoring them. Allowing evil to fester and grow in the world. Andrew remembered what had once been. Knew what stalked them. Would face the ancient and nameless monsters that no longer feared the company. Would find the secret and hidden groups of men who conspired against the company and sought the end of days. Andrew wanted the company to be great again. Would go to any lengths to make the dark fear the members of the company once more. Would pay any price. Sacrifice his mind. Give up his life. To make the company whole once more.