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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 […]