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Kane’s Christmas.

With apologies to Karl Edward Wagner. The bitter wind snarling and screaming across the slate tiles of the little cottage fit Kane’s bleak mood. Endless

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A Dying Earth Feast

(With humblest apologies to Jack Vance.) The Feast of Regrets — held annually, biannually, or at irregular intervals at Boumergarth, the four-towered castle of Ildefonse

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Ursula Bruin

A couple of years ago I wrote a tale for the Heir Apparent. She was seven at the time and ardently fond of a number

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A Christmas in Lankhmar.

The braziers in the Silver Eel could not press back the cold. So the tall swordsman and the small fought the chill with tankards of

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