“They gave up Heaven to conquer Hel.”

Hush child. The pain will soon pass. Tears are not for your kind. You are not weak, you are not fragile, and though you may wish otherwise, you are not mortal.

I know, it’s confusing. You have a mother and a father and memories of a normal childhood. You were born to us, it’s true, and we are quite human, but the blood coursing through your veins is nothing short of divine. You are a child of the stars. You are Starborn. Let me explain...

Down to the last three days and we just couldn't keep this one under wraps any longer. In fact, we're afraid he's escaped and might be headed, well, to your area. Should you spot him on the street - not that you will - but should you, avoid eye contact and immediately proceed to the nearest crowded area. It won't keep you alive if you're actually his target, but it'll maybe ensure there's a body to bury. No, wait, it won't help there, either. You're screwed, sucka!

Sale information first because we expect there are some of you out there who've been waiting for it - tomorrow, for one day only, we're putting the Spycraft 2.0: Second Printing PDF on sale for $19.95. That's five dollars off the regular price!

“Every Hero needs a world to save. Now there are six.”

I almost died today, and it was amazing!

We are all that is left.
Our families — sold into slavery.
Our tribes — broken by greed and corruption.
Our land — frozen and withered by the footsteps of demons.
We are a people unmade.
But we are not dead, so long as our feet trod the barren earth and our lungs breathe the chill air and our eyes scan the cold horizon.
We are not dead, so long as our fingers grip our axes and draw our bows and strangle the life from our enemies.

Silent Knives at the End of an Empire