Goodman, a man of quiet reflection, faces the relentless cold and the weight of choices in a world of routine, adventure, and unexpected con

It is nearly the next year and fully winter; December has once more lain claim to the Realm of Raisón and all who in her dwell, and is...

On occasion, in the Realm of the Raisón, there are windows of time in which Goodman, otherwise formally known as Malvori di Athalos in...

Goodman eyes his cigar with a look of something like suspicion. He turns it around in his fingers, watching the smoke and appraising the...

It is early Spring and the Master is listening intently to the quiet chirping of songbirds. He sits by an open window; a fragrant midday...

Goodman and the Master are seated in the galley by the great glass window, breaking their fast. “Goodman,” the Master says, eyeing a...

Fifty leagues west of the battlefield, in Capitol City, a bright red phone rings, and a groggy Chancellor of the Eastern Realms stirs,...

Heaving, Goodman sits with his back against the boarded trench wall, dirt and bullets raining all around him, smoke in his eyes. The M-16...