1)
Chantratha politely waits until Wolf gets his codpiece unlaced and out of the way ere she drives her right knee, high and hard, up into what it was covering.#epicfantasy

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 11, 2020

2)
With sufficient force to catapult the Lord Wolf partway across the room. Fast enough for him to avoid being covered with the wet splatters of what had recently been Orglar’s flesh and bone and brains as she vomits it up.3)
Which is likely a good thing for him, as his own mouth is open during this time, so that he can croak involuntarily, “EeeeEEEEEP!”#epicfantasy

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 11, 2020

My dreams are like a storm-tossed boat
Crewless and ragged-sailed, when I embark
Alone, I gird me in my magic’s coat
And make nightly war on the snarling dark

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 11, 2020

I have fought monsters, and faced down witches
At the cost of my dreams, which behind me litter the ditches

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 12, 2020

The dragon beats its wings again, and far below, in the wink of an eye
Another ruined castle, riven and smoking, flashes silently by

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 13, 2020

1)
Chantratha is not pausing to listen to Wolf’s repartee. She’s busily shattering the elbows, knees, and neck of the undead wizard Orglar the Undying—who in turn is busy shrieking in pain and collapsing messily to the floor, 2)
…where he writhes and flails about and tries to stammer incantations that only seem to make various gliding, wraithlike wispy figures glow briefly but brightly with eerie greenish radiances.
“D’you MIND?” one snarls angrily.#epicfantasy

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 9, 2020

3)
“No, no, I quite LIKE the effect, Kroelglar,” booms another, his voice faint and seeming to come from a great distance. “It makes you seem far more impressive than usual.”# 4)
“Oh? It does?”
Kroelgar stops sweeping up to the living, to float and look down at himself.
“You really think so?”#epicfantasy

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 9, 2020

I am the dragon, great and still
Watching from high atop the mountain
Looking down upon every wood and hill
Deciding where flame shall sprout, and blood fountain

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 8, 2020

Rulers, your intellect is very little
And your pride both big and brittle
If you would grow great and stately
Time to rule honestly and sedately

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 9, 2020

The moon shines through the window in the hall
She outlines the secret doors in the garden wall
And spotlights the brigands creeping across the lawn
And makes footprints glow, where the faeries have been—and gone

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 10, 2020

1)
“Who’re YOU?” Chantratha, who’s closest, demands. She has her sword raised menacingly, and so does Palonder.
But the dark and spectral form passes right through both blades without pause—and is upon her 2)
As she stiffens and gasps, plunged into a sudden cold so dire she can’t breathe, the darkness murmurs in her ear and Palonder’s, seeming to stretch itself so as to put two mouths nigh them both, “I could throttle you both, …#epicfantasy

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 17, 2020

3)
…and freeze your hearts to stopping even as I withered your throat away to cracked bones, you know.”
“P-pray don’t,” Chantratha manages to chatter out. “I prefer gentler foreplay.”4)
The cold abruptly withdraws from her, rising up to form a dark head whose regard she can feel, though it has no face but utter darkness. A chuckle emerges from where its mouth should be.
“I like you, wench. You may live.”#epicfantasy

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 17, 2020

Hark, the horn! The coach draws up at the door at last
And I can escape
My grisly fate
The castle ghosts, disappointed, stand aghast

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 14, 2020

All the wicked shadows they come now for me
Reaching out icy dark clutching fingers with murderous glee
The endlessly-stealing, baleful armies of the night
I hold them at bay with your love, and lantern’s bright light

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 15, 2020

My dearest treasure? This! Swung in battle by a long-dead king
It slew dragons, and worse, cleaving stone walls like string
See now its scarred hilt, its long, keen, spell-shining blade
This sword, the goddess of the Deep True Forge made

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 16, 2020

1)
“T-that IS the Ghaurog, isn’t it?” Palonder asks, as he shakes the King awake.
Chantratha has slid aside with a speed and acrobatic grace almost too swift to appreciate, to leave Wolf facing the monster across now-bare floor.#epicfantasy

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 14, 2020

2)
“Oh, yes,” Wolf growls, “it’s the Ghaurog, all right.”
The beast glaring at him has a maw like a giant hippo, only lined with long fangs. The rest of it looks like a lion—if you look at the huge, taloned paws—or like a bull 3)
…walrus, if you look at the sheer bulk and long fore-tusks. It stinks of blood and rotting decay. Wolf sighs and twists one of the rings on his fingers.
And nothing happens.#epicfantasy

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 14, 2020

1)
“I never knew the King had a son named Imdarl!”
“One of six bastard sons I know of, Chant. Our King may look like an idle old hedonist, but in some respects he’s active indeed.”#epicfantasy2)
“Wolf, did I, or did I not, give you a DIRECT ROYAL COMMAND?”
“Noisy, isn’t he?”
“Always. Feel free to blast him to ashes if he starts to annoy you as much as he’s always annoyed me.”#epicfantasy

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 27, 2020

3)
“No, we need him a little more intact than that, for the, ah, ritual we have planned.”
“I don’t like the sound of that.”
“Sacrifices seldom do.”#epicfantasy

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 27, 2020