The Lost Kingdom Of Tosali Of the kingdom of Tosali, little is remembered with certainty. What records remain are fragmentary, scattered across old songs, broken tablets, and the fading memories of elders who lived long after its passing. Even its beginning lies in shadows, though most agree it was founded by a king called Nrusingha Dev. He raised its capital at Swarnavali, a city said to have gleamed with towers of gold...

In the heart of the mystical realm of Trenedoria, a band of five intrepid adventurers traversed the untamed wilderness, seeking glory and treasure in the depths of a long-forgotten dungeon. Grant and Ginny Silverton were the stalwart backbone of the group. Husband and wife, two humans, with a love and bond that was simply unshakable even in the face of peril. They’d been together for countless years, always watching each...

De Sade stared out his window and brooded. Sasha, that mouthy wench, had had the nerve to accuse him of pouting. Ridiculous, of course. A man of his breeding never pouted. Brooding though, that was an appropriate response to his current situation because he was here, in his bed-chamber, and missing all the fun, rather than one floor up in the Master chamber. Even now he imagined he could almost hear the sting of the lash...

“Karen?” Logan gathered her gently into his arms. “Karen, can you hear me?” Her dark eyes fluttered open. “I don’t feel right,” she whispered. “Hurts.” “You’re going to be fine.” He pressed a wad of bandage against the bullet wound in her belly. There was, of course, no blood to soak up. Mist continued to seep out around the edges. Did first aid even work on damned souls? He had no clue. “You can’t die, my girl. You know...

Time passed slowly for Logan. As welcome and valued as Karen’s company was, he worried about Beauty nearly every waking moment. One day became two, and then nearly a week with no sign of the Succubus. More than once he considered going out to look for her, but among all the ravines and broken landscape, he knew the chances of running into her were slim to none. There was nothing to do except wait and hope all was well. On...

Karen watched as Logan checked the straps and buckles hugging Beauty’s generous curves one last time. Newly acquired leather armor and twin knives from the defeated, flying Succubus would keep their demon safe. Heavy pouches of coin were snug and secure for the long journey. The shopping list had been discussed and agreed on. He nodded and stepped back with a sigh. “You’re all set and good to go.” “Again?” the demon asked...

Beauty was gone again by the time Logan woke. It was still early morning, judging by the weak rays of light spilling through the ceiling crack. She could not have been gone for long. He could still see the shape of her body where she had been lying on the moss. Hunting, he assumed. Or just avoiding me. On the other side of the now cold, dead fire, Karen still lay in an uneasy sleep. Seeing her lying there, naked and dirty...