"Terror" by numbertwelve Kade stared at the bleakness that stretched out before him. Winter had come early, as it always did on Terror Mountain. The snow lay in a heavy sheets upon the frigid rock of the mountain and though the sun shone brilliantly, it lent no warmth to this day. Almister stood beside him...
Who Needs a Royal Paint Brush? III: Part One Kaunna heaved a sigh and blinked
away the snow, brushing it off of her face and wrapping her scarf around her
neck. "But we're -- we're almost there."
The Return of Scarblade: Part One The sun was setting beautifully in the cloudless sky,
and the wind ruffled the Usul's hair, as well as providing for the sails. Yet,
somehow, Garin felt as though something was missing...