Ground walker. Wingless worm. Freak.
The only Sky Elf ever born without wings, Arinwyn does her best to ignore the taunts and slurs. Bad enough she can never know the thrill of flying. Must she suffer the cruelties of her own kind as well?
But the winds of change blow from beyond the elven wood as the Fallen One stirs.
...And more than Arinwyn realizes lies hidden within her wingless heritage.
A cold welcome in Dwarvenhome. Even after a few years as Barlo’s friend, Iarion still feels like an intruder in the underground city.
The dwarves’ usual wariness toward elves does not bother him. But Iarion senses something more at work. All of the dwarves seem on edge. Barlo included.
And when Iarion learns the real reason behind the rising tensions, he knows he has his work cut out for him.
Solstice Eve. An unexpected side trip. Barlo and Iarion find themselves looking for a room to take shelter from the snow.
Barlo only seeks the answer to one question. What did his elf friend get him for Solstice? Iarion refuses to budge.
Despite the approaching holiday, not all remains peaceful in Lasniniar.
...And Iarion’s present soon becomes the furthest thing from Barlo’s mind.
Paige trudges along the Great North Road and does her best to ignore her misery. An autumn rain soaks her to the skin.
A lone dwarf woman wandering Northern Lasniniar in search of adventure. A part of her wishes she never left her warm, comfortable burrow with Barlo.
But Paige knows she needs to find her own way in the world if she wants to become something more.
...A hero in her own right.
The Fey Wood. Iarion stares at the looming forest of ancient oaks and pines and tries not to feel nervous.
A few trees should not intimidate him. But the Wild Elves do not welcome strangers.
Even attractive ones, who search for answers to a thousand year-old problem.
...Unless Iarion can somehow convince them otherwise.
The sky to the north of the Light Elves’ wood remains empty. Only a chain of mountains marks the horizon.
Iadrawyn keeps watch from the cover of the ancient trees and waits. The forest hums with life around her.
The world beyond remains a mystery to the elves. What kind of dangers and potential allies roam outside their borders?
Iadrawyn looks to the sky and waits for answers.
Barlo knows he no longer fits in among the people of Dwarvenhome. His secret past looms over him.
He longs for a chance to set the heavy burden aside. A secret journey to make a new home among the elves seems like the only way.
But a force more powerful than Barlo also struggles to find a new life.
And the end of the dwarf’s journey lies much farther than the Light Elves’ wood.
In the world of Lasniniar, few chase after adventure quite like Iarion and Barlo.
The elf and dwarf duo enjoy the challenge of unraveling a difficult problem. Especially if it involves a journey and a battle to get the blood pumping.
But both friends remain cooped up at Dwarvenhome, bound by the ties of Barlo’s family.
...Until an intercepted message proves too intriguing to ignore.
Death stalks Narilga through the underground city of Dwarvenhome. Sinstari can smell it.
The wildcat’s nose never lies. But no one understands his warnings. Not even his longtime dwarf companion and Narilga’s mate, Barlo.
And only Barlo stands a chance of saving her. (With Sinstari’s help, of course.)
What can Sinstari do?
How can he make Barlo understand, before Narilga’s time runs out?
No one in the entire Wood Elf tribe understands Golvanyar, aside from his mother. Until he meets Iadrawyn.
Golvanyar knows the moment he first spies her from the shadows that they share some kind of connection. He can feel it in his bones as he watches her, unseen. Does Iadrawyn feel it too?
Only one answer can satisfy Golvanyar.
Fire sorcerer. Abduction victim.
Traitor.
The Learnéd One Lysandir bears many titles, given to him by the people of Lasniniar. But only a unique and resourceful elf named Iarion dares to call him by the most powerful title of all...
Friend.
Lysandir can only hope it proves enough to save him.
Arinmalia holds herself above the rest of her Wild Elf tribemates. With good reason.
Few can match her fighting and tracking skills. She needs no friends to watch her back or distract her with their tiresome company.
Arinmalia knows in her heart a great destiny awaits her. She hungers to make her tribemates understand.
She needs them to acknowledge her rightful place.
Narilga needs to find her missing brother. If she can also find a decent, male dwarf who wants to settle down, even better.
Barlo works the mines. Like all male dwarves, marriage remains the furthest thing from his mind.
Their chance meeting and mutual attraction catches both Barlo and Narilga by surprise.
Can they work together to rescue Narilga’s brother?
Admon’s Bastard. Assassin apprentice. Trained spy.
My mother named me Raziel—‘Hidden Truth’ in the old tongue. Did she know what hidden destiny awaits me?
The secrets of her past remain beyond my reach, shared only by Admon himself. Even then, she never trusted him with everything.
Surely, she must have known. A spy for a mother. An assassin for a guardian...
What else could I possibly become?
Feoandir fights to maintain control of his ship in the midst of a magical maelstrom. The lives of his fellow elf passengers and crew depend on him.
Striking and opinionated, Silvariel suffers no fools. She knows someone must take charge to keep the frightened elves united. Feoandir seems like the perfect choice.
...If she can convince him to take responsibility for more than his battered ship.
Heir of Belierumar. Commander of the city army.
Linwyn takes pride in both titles. She rides through the streets with her twin brother following in her shadow—an inseparable pair.
Linwyn looks for adventure. But she knows her brother sees the ride as an escape.
And as a dark presence falls over Belierumar, both Linwyn and Golaron find themselves getting more than they bargained for.
Nimrilwyn swims the seas of Ralvaniar—a respected member of the Folk.
...One of the few who takes an interest in the land-dwelling elves.
None of the Folk understand her friendship with them. Why bond with those who can never know life beneath the waves?
But Nimrilwyn values her unusual friendships. She prides herself on her loyalty. Even to those not of her own kind.
...No matter the cost.
A dwarf and an elf. Most people in Lasniniar find Barlo and Iarion an odd pair.
Wherever the unlikely friends go, adventure follows. Barlo and Iarion fall in and out of trouble on a regular basis. But even as they perform heroic deeds, they find time to bicker and banter.
The straightforward journey Barlo plans for them now should prove no problem—a piece of cake.
...Or so he thinks.
Barlo guards a secret. Only his best friend Iarion shares it, along with the rest of the Light Elves.
No one else can ever know.
Barlo’s secret keeps him apart from other dwarves. He longs for a way to claim his identity.
…A hero of Lasniniar, capable of going on adventures.
But his secret acts as both a blessing and a curse. And the call to adventure proves too strong to deny.
A sacrifice made. A magic reunited.
Iarion paid the ultimate price to fulfill his destiny and save Lasniniar from the Fallen One.
Now his best friend Barlo finds himself visited by a dream. A true dream. One that shakes him from the mundane complacency of his life beneath the mountains.
But not even Barlo knows what strange and dark new places the trail of dreams and visions might lead him.
Valanandir’s throat spasms as he tries not to choke.
He spits out a mouthful of seawater and grips some nearby rigging as the ship rocks beneath him.
Under skies devoid of moon or sun, Valanandir fights for his life alongside his Sea Elf crew. But his ship already burns like a funeral pyre in the middle of the storm-tossed ocean.
...And far more than he realizes depends on his survival.
Barlo wanders the underground streets of Dwarvenhome with only the wildcat Sinstari for company.
His days of adventure seem long behind him. He misses the thrill of battle, the journey to strange new places...
He misses Iarion.
Bereft of his elven best friend, Barlo’s life now revolves around a seemingly endless stream of clan meetings.
But fate—and Sinstari—have other plans.
Midnight. The world of Lasniniar lies silent, except for the patter of falling rain.
Iarion walks alone on Traitor’s Road. His elven eyes pierce the darkness. The oppressive shadow of the looming mountains adds to his unease.
...That, and the goblin arrow wound burning his shoulder.
Goblins. In the heart of Lasniniar. It can only mean one thing.
A warning of dark days to come.
Barlo stares at the limp, elven form on his couch. A poisoned goblin arrow protrudes from the creature’s shoulder. A long knife hangs from its belt.
How could his wife think to tend the elf stranger and leave her patient armed? Elves do not belong in Dwarvenhome. Especially not ones with weapons.
But the elf’s presence presents another problem.
...What brings goblins so close to Dwarvenhome?
A high-priced thief who can’t turn down a challenge. A cocky, young mage whose power has caught the attention of the local Mage-Lord. A royal scribe who stands on the brink of an imperial invasion.
Three people whose fates hang in the balance at a point of no return...
This dark fantasy collection includes three stand-alone stories: The God’s Eye, The Unclean, and Wayward Scribe.