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The Wandering Inn is going to be working with editors and holding a contest for paid, professional editors to apply! Please spread the word and find out more details here! Also, the author is on break until March 6th, March 16th for Public readers! See latest announcement for reasons for the delay.     Tkrn […]

The Wandering Inn is going to be working with editors and holding a contest for paid, professional editors to apply! Please spread the word and find out more details here!   The great king raised his hand and spoke a single word. “Advance.” Legions moved. Tens of thousands of bodies, pouring forwards across the ground, […]

(Flowers of Esthelm, Book 3 of The Wandering Inn is coming out on audible! Click the link here to preorder it! Spread the word!)   It was still war. It was always war. And now—in the thick of the third war in as many months, they were beginning to remember. King of Destruction. He had […]

(Flowers of Esthelm, Book 3 of The Wandering Inn is coming out on audible! Click the link here to preorder it! Spread the word!)   “…another defeat for the Dawn Concordat today, after a night-battle we were unable to broadcast. Details are still coming in, but the facts are the facts, isn’t that right, Miss […]

(Flowers of Esthelm, Book 3 of The Wandering Inn is coming out on audible! Click the link here to preorder it! Spread the word!)   The first nation threatened by the kingdom of Ailendamus was Kaliv. The northern-most member of the Dawn Concordat occupied the rocky highlands, even ‘smaller’ mountains and passes leading north. As […]

(Trigger Warning. Click here for details.)   Wall Lord Ilvriss collapsed during a routine inspection of Mining Shaft #4 currently in the possession of the Gemscale family of Salazsar. It was, to all present, sudden. One second he was upright, frowning over the adamantine ore recently discovered in this valuable seam. He put a claw […]

(The author is on their monthly break until February 6th for Patreons, February 9th for Public readers!)   As the cargo ship approached Wistram Academy, it burst into the sun. It had been raining but a moment ago; now, the [Sailors] relaxed and cheered. They had arrived. And what a long voyage it had been! […]

Paradise on earth. Utopia. Few existed on earth. Fewer still in the air or under sea. Also, paradise for whom was the question. If you meant ‘some people’, you could call some nations ‘paradises’ for the elite. For all was harder. And even then, the word generally only meant a place where people were free […]

Humans. Why Humans? That was what they had said, at first. The group that knew the truth of worlds, or at least, part of it. The Gnolls of Liscor, that was. Because they had known for a while. Not all of them, but the older ones. The ones who didn’t talk about the vast secret. […]

The Great Plains of Izril, as they were called, were central to the southern half of Izril. A vast, wide, rolling landscape suitable for grazing flocks, fed by rivers—lush, in short. A plentiful land if you knew how to live in it. Harsh for those who did not. The lack of fruitful forests and vegetation […]

(One of The Wandering Inn’s readers, delta201, has written and published their own story in the same genre on Amazon! Check it out here if you want to read their story and congratulations!)   They were moving out. Not that it was unusual; an inn had few permanent guests. But it was unusual in this […]

(Andrea Parsneau, MouthyMaven, will be live-recording Book 3 of The Wandering Inn on her Discord server! Be sure to join the server if you’d like to listen!)   Three days after the Summer Solstice, there was life. A heart began to beat. A body stirred. In the city of Liscor, there was life where there […]

The world shifted. The hilltop of gentle grass, the stone gateways—changed. Not disappeared. They blended into another form. A truer form? No. Just a different perspective. The flowers were swords. And the hilltop was barren. Just dirt. Dust. A substance that was less than either. A powder of the end of the world. On the […]

She walked out of the forest with Nama. Behind her, the wind howled. The blizzard was beyond anything Ryoka had ever seen or could ask the wind to be. A storm that would herald the end of other worlds. An ice age in itself. She left it behind her. Sheltered by her strange protector she’d […]

And she was back. Nama spoke, insistently. “Remember what you saw. That’s it. Back. Back and back and…there you are.” Ryoka stood on the ground of the dirt road. Behind her, the forest lay, perfectly tree-like. No vast world-roots, though. Just trees. Sixty feet high, maybe. The city lay ahead of her, more like a […]

“hEy, WhAt’s WRoNG?” The thing holding Ryoka’s arm bubbled. A clicking, jittery mass of flesh wobbled, gripping her other arm. “!!$GH -^*(@!” It made a sound that screamed in her ears. She had already begun screaming. “don’T yOU wANT to CoMe iN?” The first asked. Ryoka looked ahead and saw. The vast, insectile hive bloated […]

The fae’s voices faltered. The chanting slowed. “Begone. Be—” Even some of the mortals had joined in. But they stopped as the rotting figures revealed themselves. Yet even then— The first of them crossed the boundary into the party. It had been the bearded man. The leader of all. He reached for Laken. “I will […]

Chrysanthemum’s subtle scent blew upon the halting wind. A breeze which moved between the dappled light, spotted shadows traced beneath the sky of branches. Green eyes, like the leaves of the very trees she stood underneath, opened. The young woman’s torn clothing ruffled in the breeze. A splatter of dried blood rendered scentless stained her […]

(The Wandering Inn will be back on the 9th of January! The 12th for Public Readers)   On the Summer Solstice, Ryoka Griffin ran into another world. The darkness of the evening and the lengthening shadows, the clash of swords and Melidore’s roar of fury she left behind. She ran—fell—through what she could not explain. […]

They descended on the party and brought stories. From another world. From many worlds, perhaps. Timeless tales. A strangeness in the air; as if anything could happen. The opposite of the days when Ryoka had looked up at the sky and seen only smog, seen nothing to do or dream of. These folk were the […]

The longest day of the year was a special moment. A time of meetings. A time of power. Of magic. On the day of the Summer Solstice, The Wandering Inn was filled with the grieving. A lost young woman who was neither dreaming, nor dead. Disaster. And broken promises. Lyonette had not left the inn. […]

The hilltop in the garden lay in silence. The bright air seemed dimmer. Certainly—colder. Frost rose, from where the bier lay. Just a plinth of smooth stone, covered in a sheet of ice. A body lay on it. Her hands were crossed. But those who had put her there had done little else. They had […]

Can you feel it? Sense it in the air? The Fraerling hummed as he adjusted the doublet in the morning. He checked his reflection in the full-length mirror, barely more than a compact for anyone else. He was the most famous Fraerling in the world. The only one with a name, really. One that remained. […]

(A podcast talking about The Last Tide is out, featuring one of our Discord moderators, Blue Juice! Check it out here!)   War had come to Terandria. Ailendamus vs the Dawn Concordat. It was one of several wars in the world. But this was an actual war on the ground, rather than a war in […]

(The author is on their monthly break! The story will be back on December 5th, or December 8th for Public readers!)   The Meeting of Tribes. Mrsha stopped playing teleport-tag in the inn and looked up. The other Gnolls looked up, ears perking. Many were City Gnolls. Or—straddled the brink between City and Plains Gnoll. […]