Anders read through the letter again, still hardly able to believe its contents. After years of searching, his phylactery had finally been found. Namaya, wonderful woman that she was, had finally come through ( Read more... )

Okay, these Marchers really needed to learn how to lighten up.

Darrian ran his tongue over his split lip--yet again--and winced as, yep, it still stung, and, yep, it still tasted like blood. It was probably a good thing that mirrored surfaces didn't seem to be part of the decor; he wasn't sure he wanted to see how messed up his face was at the ( Read more... )

Anders had been working on something. He wasn’t about to tell anyone just yet but it would revolutionize modern Thedas in a way no one could ever dream of. He was making a sex balm with a tie in of an aphrodisiac that would make anyone who wears it mad with lust until the person is fully sated… or passes out. It’s not like he was going to use it ( Read more... )