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It was not today. Rags sat there, in The Wandering Inn, and waited for the call. She knew she should have been at Goblinhome, but she couldn’t. She could neither pace about and alarm her tribe, looking to her for leadership, nor be in the presence of the Dragonlord of Flames. Nor the Wyvern Lord, […]

Sometimes… Secrets were best left hidden. Open that box you found and you might have the truth. Or an answer. Or a chance. Fear the box. Sometimes, you fell. And fell, calling out without a voice, through the earth, through what felt like dead air, into a place you should not be. Straight into an […]

There was a reason for poetry and verse when speaking of the Tuatha Dé, the Fair Folk, the Farthest Travellers, the folk of myth and legends. The reason was simple: even for the mortals who had journeyed to their realms and back, describing the people and sights of that otherworldly land was unto the madness […]

It was not today. Rags sat there, in The Wandering Inn, and waited for the call. She knew she should have been at Goblinhome, but she couldn’t. She could neither pace about and alarm her tribe, looking to her for leadership, nor be in the presence of the Dragonlord of Flames. Nor the Wyvern Lord […]

“When you meet a truly ancient Dragon, count and parcel out each word. Waste no time, for each single syllable matters. Their memories stretch back to the dawn of this world, and their answers reveal the truth, so speak to them like a poet, with all the grace and authority and wisdom you can muster. […]

72%. Rags opened her eyes and knew. [Risk Calculation: Attack on Goblinhome]. She always checked. Sometimes, it triggered for a monster attack, but today, she knew. She only checked for serious attacks. [Risk Calculation] was an odd Skill. It returned percentages about everything if Rags asked it, but it could be vague; it could be […]

Fightipilota decided after four days of living at Nombernaught that she couldn’t enjoy Goblinhome the same way. No offense to Goblinhome; it was the best place made for Goblins, by Goblins, that Fightipilota had ever been to. Tremborag’s mountain had been bigger, yes, but far less pleasant. Part of that had been their dungeons. But […]

The Grand Design was learning about a world full of gods. Well, not that full. But there had been enough. A pantheon born out of the first solar system to house life—and the first minds who had turned their eyes up to the sky and believed. Interstellar wars. Entire planets who found their prayers were […]

Rags woke up to someone poking her in the face. Goblins didn’t do locked doors. They were a communal society. And besides, some Goblins took any lock as a personal challenge to hone their skills. “Chieftain. Chieftain. He back.” It was Gothica. Most Goblins were scared of annoying Chieftain Rags, who was notoriously grumpy at […]

She had about eighty miles of fuel in the tank, and she was headed down through a rocky canyon pass with the enemy on her six. Fightipilota overrode the warning sounds and forced her craft to down in an insane dive, flaring the wing flaps at the last moment to abort the dive from ‘death’ […]

One of the benefits of being short was the Unpunchability Principle. It was one of Rags’ theories on the world: tall people felt a bit bad about hitting you. This applied even if you were at war; enemies tended to seek out the big and imposing types first. If they did go for you, it […]

Gold-rank Adventurer Yrimen Sandworth spat, but the taste of foul death clung to his tongue. He rubbed a glove covered with mud in his ear. Trying to replace the sound of a voice pleading for mercy with mere filth. The crackling light filled the village with shadows as another house went up. A voice buzzed […]

Laken Godart, Emperor of the Unseen Empire, took a nap after his morning of chaos to receive two announcements. The first was gratifying, if worrying.   [Emperor of Farmlands Level 37!] [Skill – Empire: The Changing Citizenry obtained!]   “…Voluntarily, I would hope.” He had to assume that was what had led Mister Ram’s hair […]

(A reader of The Wandering Inn has started their own web serial! meowcats734 is writing Soulmage, a story about [Witches] and magic. Give it a read here:) https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/55501/soulmage   [Book 13 of The Wandering Inn, The Empress of Beasts, is up on pre-order now!] https://a.co/d/0891R9mp https://www.audible.com/pd/The-Empress-of-Beasts-Audiobook/B0D7F6BZBC         As there had been in […]

[Trigger warning for this chapter. Click here for details.]   <I am taking my monthly break! I will be back on the 29th!>   (The Witch of Webs, Book 12 of The Wandering Inn, is out now! The rewritten version with changes to the [Witch] arc should be up on the site soon!) https://www.audible.com/pd/The-Witch-of-Webs-Audiobook/B0CXFCNFKZ https://www.amazon.com/Witch-Webs-Book-Wandering-Inn-ebook/dp/B0CW1JYNM6 […]

(The Witch of Webs, Book 12 of The Wandering Inn, will be out on the June 11th for audio and e-book! It’s taken a long time, but I have rewritten the [Witch] arc to be a lot stronger hopefully! Look forwards to it soon!) https://www.audible.com/pd/The-Witch-of-Webs-Audiobook/B0CXFCNFKZ https://www.amazon.com/Witch-Webs-Book-Wandering-Inn-ebook/dp/B0CW1JYNM6   Click here to enable a secret in the […]

The sky was spitting blood down over the treetops that splintered like broken glass as the UH-1P helicopters roared over the forest. Below, a thousand flickers of movement in the dense jungle cover gave the gunner too many targets. Not a single one actionable. The ground was alive; the radio was spitting almost as much […]

When he opened his eyes for a moment, he heard his consort singing, and it distracted him from reality. As she had surely calculated. The man awoke in his bed of pale greenish-yellow sheets that seemed as though someone had woven them from blades of tall grass in the summer. He brushed at the sheets, […]

(I am on my monthly break! I’ll be back on the 1st of June!)     A [Princess] was murdering people with her bare hands. She was crushing heads to paste, choking out her enemies. When they screamed, ‘no, please, have mercy!’ She beat them down with a frying pan. The bloody carnage was sickening. […]

Seats. The seat they offered Lyonette in The Adventurer’s Waystation, one of Invrisil’s best restaurants, was an exclusive booth in a private room. Not pristine; it had well-worn leather. But leather without cracks and with a strangely pale-yellow color. Lightning Wyvern leather; it actually had the opposite effect you might expect. Instead of generating static […]

(Gravesong is out now! Please consider leaving a review if you’re interested in reading it, or mentioning it to other people! We hit #1 in Contemporary Fantasy on Amazon on launch—thank you!) https://www.audible.com/pd/Gravesong-Audiobook/B0CSLV4CZ5         Lyonette du Marquin dreamed of gold. She slept on it; she woke up and tossed a gold piece […]

The first thing the Horns did was make sure Ceria was actually okay. They hustled her off, trying to get anything out of her. “Are you hurt? Ceria? Ceria!” Yvlon shook her so hard that Ceria’s head rattled until Pisces and Colth stopped Yvlon. Amerys floated after them with more of a scientific interest in […]

(The Gravesong giveaway is ending on the 29th! It’s the last chance to get a custom 7-inch vinyl record of “Tomorrow is Gonna be Better”, performed by Andrea Parsneau.) If you’re in the US you can enter here: https://www.litrpg.podiumaudio.com/gravesong-vinyl-giveaway     The Quarass of Germina was a busy woman. Most rulers were, but she calculated […]