The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 6
"it's the sorcerer," she repeated. "he's moved on from inthil with his army of dead." "sorcerer?" said the fox. "maybe. my kind have not had the time to ponder the source of our enemy.
For the One in the West - CH 1
Yerick thought to himself how could the sorcerer know what he was thinking. it didn't matter either way the sorcerer knew why he wanted to be turned into a dragon and he wanted nothing else but to be with his love.
Special Teachings from Special Professors 1
“i want to, but…" “sorcerer problems?" he nodded. “that's no excuse." “really?" he looked up at her, biting off a sarcastic response.
Quinn's Ruin
There's more sorcerer skaven who want to experiment-test you." malikk shivered at the dissipating feeling before happily following his master...
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 17
Besegrare was tight-lipped about whether he'd killed the sorcerer or not, and this left fear and doubt in the minds of many. weary as he was, he pledged to open his courts.
The Shapeshifter: Part V
The sorcerer's proposed expansion, so some of the sorcerers looked to other methods to get more familiars."
Subduction
Katrat's enormous shaft was spreading him wider and entering him deeper, and made the ridges of the sorcerer's dragoncock ripple against jake’s prostate.
Changing Stature
Galdek has a problem, it seems somehow he is a sorcerer, much to the orc's disgust. he plans to visit a power dragon sorcerer to learn how to suppress his power, but the dragon has other plans for the sexy male orc... a story written for sovandar.
Diplomacy
What sort of relationship could an adventuring sorcerer and a red wyrm dragon hope to have together? a sequel to 'compromise' ().
Dark Scholar
He can still hear the sorcerer's footsteps, which begin to go all the way around to being behind him.
Abandoned, Chapter Ten
They had seen two bodies before the necropolis, and then they’d watched soren defeat a full assault from the sorcerer.
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 28
Chapter 28: the sorcerer the immortal spread beneath the waves like a spilled blot of ink, rheuhl stretching out and out and out...