Ansgar Leifsson circled the Akademi’s courtyard, walking in the shadow of its outer wall. The fog had nearly gone. Off to the south, he could see Yngvar’s, perched atop its dist… Read More

Another month or two passes, and once more, I must leave Sif, Falthejn, and company by the wayside for a while. I’m looking forward to diving back into their ongoing adventures next ti… Read More

Birdsong woke him. It was early morning. His head felt like a mass of wadded cotton, and his throat was tight and dry. He swallowed painfully and rolled over. The world swam, slowly comin… Read More