Wyngraf

Hrok the Hillman hated few things, but none so much as moving. Sorcerers were high on his list of dislikes, alongside giant snakes, and spiders too. Still, none compared to boxing up belongings, piling them in a cart, and then unloading them somewhere new. That said, there were few so good at moving things as … More Cozy Flash: “Moving Day”

Feyrlin leaned upon his staff for a moment. Purple spots swam in his vision. He was old, too old, and the climb had been gruelling. The spiralling path up Agravan had, like all the works of the ancients, fallen into disrepair and ruin. More than once, he’d had to work spells, Flight of the Eagle … More Cozy Flash: “The Great Spell”

On the outskirts of Rooksnest, in the rainy land of Hylomoria, a ruined church of Gordash stood alone. Beyond the tumbled gravestones, all paths were lost in forest hills. Only the dead kept council here, but the misspent magic of some long-dead cleric lingered in the bell tower, and two deep slow bongs tolled the … More Cozy Flash: “The Knowing”

Dawn came but brought little light to the land of Chalcodin. Rain clouds, dark and heavy, hid the rising sun. They had taken occupancy above Chalcodin some days ago and ever since had spilled forth their waters. Rivers burst their banks. Paths became streams. In the village of Knos, all who could avoid leaving their … More Cozy Flash: “A Stubborn Friend”

The scaled creature hovered on iridescent wings near Pila’s hand, then flew up, carrying a piece of seasoned meat from her picnic sandwich. Pila and her father Jou watched it struggle to stay aloft amid drifting beile-fruit blossoms. The beile tree was a favorite camouflage of the tiny dragons, with petals almost as iridescent as … More Cozy Flash: “Dragon’s Choice”