Hammer of the High Skies
There are rules for gnomes. You don’t speak loudly in public unless you’re selling onions. You don’t drink before noon unless it’s mead (in which case it do...
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Standalone Tales
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The story archive
Standalone Tales
669 published tales
Tooth & Twinkle
The Recruitment of Reginald Reginald the Gnome had always considered himself something of a specialist in doing as little as possible with as much flair as p...
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The Acorn Avenger
The Gnome, The Nut, and the Nonsense Somewhere in the leafy middle of nowhere, between the edge of “don’t go in there” and “oh hell, why did we come in here...
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Snuggle Scales
Of Blossoms, Boredom, and Blunt Claws Snuggle Scales was not her given name. No self-respecting dragon would hatch with a name that sounded like it belonged ...
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Blossomfire Hatchling
The Hatchling in the Meadow In the world’s forgotten folds—where maps grew skittish and cartographers quietly pretended certain regions didn’t exist—there l...
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Nebula-Winged Wisdom
The Owl Who Knew Too Much In the beginning — before calendars, before clocks, before that awkward invention of “daylight savings time” — there was only the ...
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Squeaky Clean Scales
The Bath Time Rebellion Dragons, as you may know, are not typically creatures of hygiene. They’re more “roll in ashes and singe your eyebrows” than “minty f...
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The Leviathan of Crimson Fins
The Contract, the Boat, and the Bad Idea I signed the contract the way every bad adventure begins: with a cheap pen, a good whiskey, and a promise I absolut...
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Guardian of the Painted Feathers
The Night the Forest Blinked The forest didn’t go dark; it went quiet—the kind of hush that makes even the moths put on slippers. High on a braid of oak limb...
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Ritualist of the Forgotten Forge
The Circle No One Sweeps The village had long since stopped asking why their forge was haunted. Honestly, it was easier to pretend that the glowing sigil ca...
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Daughter of the Flameveil
The Emberling Who Wouldn't Behave In a desert so old it forgot its own name, where the sun whispered secrets to the dunes and the wind told only dirty jokes...
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Guardian Cub of Enchanted Realms
The Branch, the Bright Eyes, and the Bad Timing The first rule of the Enchanted Forest is simple: don’t lick anything that glows. The second rule is more of...
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Song of the Scaled Goddess
The First Verse The ocean always had its whispers, but tonight they rose in a chorus. Beneath the ink-black surface, lanternfish flickered like drunken fire...
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The Juicy Guardian
A Dragonling with Too Much Juice Long before kingdoms rose and fell, and even before humanity figured out how to weaponize wine into bad karaoke, there exis...
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The Rosebound Hatchling
In a garden that didn’t technically exist on any map, but still insisted on blooming anyway, there stood a single rosebush of impossible beauty. Its petals ...
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