The savage cold of Meris chilled my body to the core. It threatened to crush me with its embrace, to choke whatever life was left in me. How could I forget those first days?
Small droplets of sweat formed on King Bevérian’s forehead...
The Prince furrowed his brow, “Come out, whoever you are! Who hides in the shadows of trees?" An arrow whistled through the air...
The temple desperately needed coin from the brother to the King. The monks baked a special bread for his pleasure, but instead of magic bread, the temple only had a sorry story of how a little girl ran off with the most expensive bread in the entire kingdom.
I couldn’t get much sleep last night. Today’s the day—my fate, my future, it all rests on the next following few moments. Here goes nothing.
“I miss the music,” he thought. “The women used to sing such wonderful songs. Full of power and beauty.” Only now was Taro beginning to regret his long journey, as the nightly winds chilled his weary bones.
There’s nothing like exploring the fringes of the galaxy to figure out what you want to do with your life.
This is the stuff of dreams. The drink of gods, the enabler of magic, and the driving force of our civilization, all distilled in small but sturdy glass vials on a moon forty-seven light-years from our home
Nothing makes a forty-seven light-year journey more exciting than an explosion in a backup vessal.
Has it really been 970 years of sleep? To think… Almost a millennium of time that never was. Oh, the dreams I had! I would almost do this trip again, if only for a millennium of vivid dreams.