- The Immortal Blade
The strange man strode past him into the room, placing a large bag on the table. There is a way, he said. You craft the blade, I will perform the spells. He looked the smith in the eyes, his hands resting on his daggers. No stopping, no matter what.
- The Dagger of Fortune
Between the old lady’s house and her home she found a $50 note, received a call accepting her job application and her brother returned the $200 he owed her. She was still spinning when she felt the dagger slice her. She hadn’t realized it was in her hand.
C.M. Wellsmore 