LOSING to Arstol didn’t matter anymore – for the Glassfield prince who was nearly losing his city.
XANDUR Prince of Olde Glassfield was shaken beyond words, where he stood at his work chamber in his city’s Grand Tower.
That cold, frosty morning Continue reading “Outcast eNovel: Chapter 31”
IT was a cloudy morning. And a fleet of winged unicorns flew across the wide-flung Heirsen world down west. Continue reading “Outcast eNovel: Chapter 25”
IT happened that Arstol only rechanneled his vain ambition as the tides turned by. Continue reading “Outcast eNovel: Chapter 24”