The Last Days of Autumn
_**So this is a little experiment I'm trying. First time I publish one of my stories, this is just a small foretaste of things to come. Comments/criticism? Please tell me, always eager to improve :) Also, if someone would like to proof-read this or...
Frostfall
## Hjaal River Early Morning. The crisp air felt like needles on her scales, a sensation of tiny burning pinpricks. A wet spray of droplets glittered in the morning sun as she rose out of the small creek next to her campsite. Overhead, damp pine...