“At last!” Skalthrag1 cackled. “The Orb of Ithrael2 is mine!”
Londrea3 struggled to her feet, using her enchanted longsword4 for support. “The Orb will never be yours, tyrant! Not as long as any citizen of Nurnheim5 stands against your villainy!”
“You know nothing of the Orb!” Skalthrag held it aloft, pacing madly before her on the field of battle. “For it was not your ancestors6who tamed the star, but mi-7
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1CRASH! The fourth incarnation of the Gal’khag.
2THUMP! The remains of the star, Ithrael, whose light was consumed during the War of the Second Era.
3BANG! Forty-second in the lineage of Bael.
4WHUMP! The blade Shadowbane. Forged for the War of the First Era by the legendary hero, Vanmar.
5THUD! The ancestral home of the noble Frost Elves.
6WHAM! The Elder Clan, who sailed into the heavens upon a golden barge at the close of the Third Era.
7“OUCH!” said Skalthrag, rubbing his shin. “Who keeps leaving these note thingies underfoot?”
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Bionic Punchline
HumorWhat do a squeamish torturer, an intelligent zombie, a newspaper-phobic superhero and Genghis Khan have in common? They're all in this book, and their stories were all written for Flash Fiction Month 2014. With one story for each and every day of Ju...
