Is It Wrong to Want Luxury in a Dungeon? [11]
A Mage’s Worries The hallway outside the infirmary was quiet. Too quiet. Lefiya hesitated, fingers curled against the fabric of
A Mage’s Worries The hallway outside the infirmary was quiet. Too quiet. Lefiya hesitated, fingers curled against the fabric of
Back on Her Feet The doors swung open, and Calista stepped outside. Fresh air hit her all at once—warm and
Ink, Paper, and Blood The library of Twilight Manor was a cathedral of books—tall, imposing shelves stretching up to the
Falling into the Fire Time had passed. Not much, just enough for the initial novelty of dungeon crawling to wear
Shadows in the Dark Calista moved through the familiar stone corridors of the upper floors with an easy, almost lazy
The Fool’s Baptism The War Shadow lunged. Too fast. Calista twisted, but her body wasn’t moving fast enough. Her foot
Synopsis Calista Aldebrand was rich, beautiful, and living her best life—until she woke up in a dirty alleyway with no
Welcome to Orario… Now Start Walking The market hummed with life, a steady backdrop of bartering voices, shifting feet, and
Blood, Boobs, and Bureaucracy An hour. An entire hour. Calista had been walking for so long that she was starting
A Morning of Trials (and Poor Taste) The first thing Calista noticed when she woke up was that her bed