Six Fools and the Dragon

Six fools ran from the dragon’s fire, but only one of them was her husband.

There was the wizard in blue robes with a green-jeweled magic staff. There was the armored knight who bore a shield that guarded against flame. There was the jungle barbarian and the mystical fire-cat. There was the sprightly archer. And then there was the mustachioed scoundrel, who had assembled them all. His beloved wife had been lost to an enchantment, an enchantment that was impossible to break. Impossible, that is, for a single man, even if he were a devoted spouse.

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Fanfaronnade

The baker and the blacksmith were gathered around the inn’s fireplace on a frozen blustery night. The fire was roaring and the wooden pillars from which the inn was built were stout and sturdy. Yet with every patron who entered, a sweep of snow and a shock of chill air barged in. It was late, and most patrons had retired to their rooms. But some remained in the common room, finishing the last of their hot mead or a late meal. Or hoping that the innkeeper would overlook it if they fell asleep by the hearty fire instead of retiring to their frosty chambers.

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A Gildenfaere’s Gift

We called them the Gildenfaere. The golden horse-birds. Once there were thousands upon the earth and in the skies. On the earth they galloped and in the skies they soared. And always they were wild. And we who have only two legs and two arms could never tame them.

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