Way back when, I tried to write some WoW fiction. I never finished. This is the untold story
(Read the previous entry here or refer to the Fiction Index for a full listing.) “I will admit, boy, you have lasted far longer than I anticipated.” The Shadow Demon was hovering over Corrigan. “Don’t think for a moment that I’m disappointed. The longer you resist, the more I get to play with you.” Corrigan
(Read the previous entry here or refer to the Fiction Index for a full listing.) Sylphine has paused for an extended period of time. She adjusts the candle, picks a stray thread from the hem of her robe, almost as if unwilling to go on with the story. Finally, taking a deep breath, she continues
(Read the previous entry here or refer to the Fiction Index for a full listing.) I suppose my childhood was a normal one. Dad worked with a trading caravan, running supplies to Lakeshire and other nearby cities. Mom stayed home with Rina and I. We were happy, living in our small house in Old Town.