Freya Halland
A writer, dungeon master, and comedian. Sometimes good at it, too.
3,000 years ago, during the Dragon Wars, a black dragon named Fodakar had his wings ripped from him and he fell into the Stone-Sky mountains, in the far north of the continent. Nearby was the villa...
Their plans usually ended this badly, so I don’t know what I expected. I stood over the trap of the gallows, the hood down over my face as that elf judge read the charges. I don’t know why he bothe...
The sunlight lit the edges of the countless leaves of the Mother Ash, turning them into millions of candles. It was dawn, and the easterly sun pried itself away from the horizon in a leisurely pace...
"Their fate is written in the ominous glow of a thousand eyes. By the place where the White Dragon fell and bled its ice into a sea. By those whose eyes which have been taken by her. And added to h...