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Read the Previous Story Narova found a yellowing elk skull in the brush and figured she could use it as a pot. She got a fire going—careful to set it up in a depression by the creek, and away from any trees that ...

Truth, Lies, and Spriggans

Short Fantasy Stories, Tales of Narova Black Hair

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Read the Previous Story I. Narova could feel the aspen grove alive beneath her. All of the roots were entwined under the earth—every trunk like a finger of some enormous, bark-wrapped hand of Nirn. She rubbed ...

A Game of Cat and Mouse

Short Fantasy Stories, Tales of Narova Black Hair

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Read the Previous Story Lord Vergun woke up on a rocky island in the middle of a river. His feet were in the water. Toes numb. It was an hour or so after dawn. Vergun knew this not by the position of the sun, but ...

Hunting Narova Black Hair

Short Fantasy Stories, Tales of Narova Black Hair

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  Read the Previous Story Vergun attacked Astrid first. A blurring stab right at her chest. There was a time I’d have taken offense to something like that—not being chosen as the most dangerous opponent. Not ...

A Dance with Lord Vergun

Short Fantasy Stories, Tales of Narova Black Hair

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  Read the Previous Story We reached Beyte’s tower near dusk and found it engulfed in flames. Every level and window was dressed in fire. The only thing more astounding than the height of the flames—which must ...

The Killing Grounds

Short Fantasy Stories, Tales of Narova Black Hair

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Attack the Dark Lord’s fortress, they said. It’ll be heroic, they said. I am Ramir the Windblown—a trueborn Nord. Veteran of the Imperial Legion. First sergeant of the third phalanx of the Felix ...

A Thousand Dead at Sunrise

Short Fantasy Stories

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  Read the Previous Story Babette was a pretty terrible rider considering she’d had three-hundred years to practice. The pubescent vampire rode next to me on a chestnut-brown courser. She couldn’t seem to balance ...

Horse Charms and Warning Signs

Short Fantasy Stories, Tales of Narova Black Hair

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Five of us were leaving the next day to hunt down and murder a Thalmor lord. It would be a dangerous job. A bloody job. We were excited. We sharpened our blades and we cooked our poisons. We practiced the silent casting of ...

The Dark Brotherhood Christmas Special

Short Fantasy Stories, Tales of Narova Black Hair

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Read the Previous Story Astrid’s new fortress—bought and paid for with Skooma and blood—rose up between the low-hanging clouds like a massive fist of stone. I was tired from all the teleporting. ...

The Root Cellar

Short Fantasy Stories, Tales of Narova Black Hair