Reflections on a War Long Past: The Broken Sword It has been ten years since the war, and the broken sword still hangs above my mantle. It gleams with its silvery sheen, a constant reminder of what I loved... and lost.
Beneath a Pumpkin Moon: Part Two Even if he'd finished reading the sign, it's doubtful that Dust to Dustpan would have turned back. Warnings were, after all, for those poor, unfortunate souls that weren't Meepits.
His Name is Kribal: Part Four 'I know who you are,' he whispered softly, keeping his eyes staring firmly forward. 'Your boss really does have people everywhere, you know?'