Andrew Salvis Erit. That was his name, back in the other world. But he had already finished his business there, along with the friends he left behind. So what was left for him now, back in the regular world? Can he find his place again, amongst companions, new and old?

“Fate is something that is not simply followed, but instead conjured. Weaved together, strand by strand, it slowly begins to take shape as something greater than the individual threads that realize it. And even as its own whole, that individual piece will become just another strand, weaved into a...

A middle-aged man handing out flowers; a young woman perky and festive for the holidays; what could be the significance of their idle chatter on the eve of Talisburn’s most anticipated holiday of the year?