A Land Far Away

OF A YOUNG WOMAN'S GRIEF AND THE MATTER OF LOSS I spoke at length with young Reiha once again today, the young woman from Kara-Tur. We spoke of several topics, but our conversation eventually turned toward the matter of a friend that is missing. I now believe the poor girl is possessed with a deep ...

A SHORT LECTURE ON SCOUTING AND A QUARREL WITHIN A QUARRY Well, dear reader, I can tell you now that I have chosen the destination of our next adventure, should my young friends be willing. Gird yourselves, for what I discovered is at once dreadful and exciting! I was walking along the road south o...

THE HILLS OF THE CLOAKWOOD OUR FIRST FORAY I must admit, even I am growing surprised by the continued success of our little band! Each day that passes, I find myself impressed at the ability of my companions, and even more certain in my assessment that the potential for heroism lies in each of thes...

OF A SIMPLE JOURNEY AND MY AWFUL MEMORY The day came that we were to set off for Beregost, but Garth and I were having trouble finding our other companions. I decided to leave a message for them at the post office, deciding we could always just meet our compatriots when they followed us to Beregost...

PREFACE To have lived so long as I have, and to have learned so many wondrous tales as I have, and to have given lectures on these stories and on as vast a range of topics as I have, is a reward that in my winter years I have oft wondered whether or not I have truly earned. In today's age, a schola...

This is an old, leather-bound book, its cover is unremarkable, plain as plain can be, save for two letters written in elegant silver upon the front: GG. Inside, however, is a different story. Its dog-eared pages have been painstakingly written upon in a calligraphic script. Each page of the book is...