Lentil Soup During a Full Moon The poorly constructed fire was just barely warming the stone pot of broth Agias had so carefully hung above its waning flame. Even as he frowned disapprovingly at the crooked trivet he had only just lashed together, being back …

Mega snapped the tablecloth open. Nothing. Again. A single pecan. Again. A fuzzy apricot lolled around the surface. There was a time all manner of food had appeared before her. Hearty stews with thick chunks of potato and carrot. Crusty loaves of fresh bread and …

Goldryn shook the damp out of her cloak as she entered the well lit common room of The Burly Earl. She was hungry and she ached from three days on the road. The last four hours in the cold rain didn’t help her mood either. …