I left my clan’s village a few days ago. I took nothing but the clothes that I wore, the wooden sword that I had carved myself, and a sharpened piece of flint. I didn’t have a cloak to sleep in until later, when I had worked enough to...
My name is Ronin. This is the third book of my life as an Adventurer Monk. So far, I’ve made a name for myself locally and established a house with wonderful mates. Today, the 311-year-old Elf-Woman, The White Falcon, appeared and says that...
After barely managing to survive an onslaught of relentless demon assassins, fleeing across the country, and finally putting an end to the latest threat to their new life together, John and Yelena found themselves in the presence of a dragoness....