The road to redemption is paved in blood.

Myrgen the Grey has a real problem on his hands. The Queen's best friend has been kidnapped, along with the son of the head of the King's Guard. There is an assassin running around the palace with a contract on the King's life, and the Prince, Alexander, knows her. If Myrgen doesn't work fast, someone rather dangerous is going to realize he's behind it all.

"A man's integrity is measured by the choices he makes." Myrgen the Grey knew better. After all, it was because of his interest in another man's woman that he was a fugitive in the first place. This woman had given him shelter, safety and employment and had yet to ask a fair price for any of it. She was kind by nature, strong by necessity, beautiful by birth. It wasn't unexpected for him to fall in love with her. But he knew the wrath of a vengeful king, had seen what it could do to the powerless. He knew a bad match when he saw it. He needed to help her, save her from herself. He just...

You finally have the perfect outfit and accessories and you get yourself zipped up in your shiny polyester uni-suit with the jet pack, the tall boots and the full utility belt. You look amazing Perfect You pull your hood up and put your helmet on. You step into the hallway, strut through the admiring crowds of con-folk ...and now you have to pee.

Find the broken heart and heal it.

The Fae spirit felt the great ship above it. There was so much love there, so much kinship. All who breathed on the ship had someone in their life that mattered. All, but one. That must be the one that the summoner meant. The spirit swam around the ship and gathered the heartbreak and sorrow from those who had lost. Then, it drew the sadness and pain away, as requested. It swam off, making a vacuum that would be filled with the caring it could sense was there. When it surfaced, it would cast away all the bad stuff and there would be nothing to stop them...

When gods play dice, mountains tremble

To Entivia "Boots" Malatesta, the King of Mande was a twisted monster. Anibal Cipriano held a teleportation amulet in his deft, thin fingers. The gold glinted in the flicker of flames from the ornate glasswork lamps. The crown of Mande sat on his desk where he could touch it when he worked.

Blood dripped from the White Granite Sword Myrgen had entrusted to her. Her eyes took in a Plan of Attack and under that, almost unreadable, a recipe for making the thing in his hand. There was a third paper upon the desk, larger than the two on top.

It...