Leeron Heywood Writing

Huntresses Of The Moon

For three days now, a pack of snow-white wolves have circled the town. Each day there are more of them, and they are more desperate to get inside…

Guests Of Winter

The air in the meeting hall is… odd. Here we are, about to find out who’ll be gifted to Winter, and there’s no fretting at all.

A Shelter For Winter

While the rest of the region suffers a heat wave, Charles is enjoying time next to the eternally frozen lake.

A Fountain Of Frozen Secrets

Today the statue was expected to melt, so nobody was in the town square. That would be uncouth.

The Voiceless Haunt The Silent Pines

The path through Silent Pines is only ever taken by the desperate. Far better to spend a month traversing frozen mountain paths than risk a week on that straight, sandy road…

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