Cover image for 'Crumbling Down' by T.C. Dale
2 August 2016

If the inn had a name, no one knew it. It had existed as long as Ust Natha itself, tucked away in the corner of the city, attracting clients with the promise of pleasures of every possible description. If asked on the street, any drow would say that the heart of Ust Natha was the…

16 December 2016

This is a light-hearted comedy piece originally published between Chapter 14 (“Bodhi”) and Chapter 15 (“Before the Storm”). Feel free to skip it if it interrupts your ‘flow’. “Hey, it’s here.” Cassandra held up a thick packet of papers as she entered the dining room. Imoen was stretched out on the sofa under a thick…

Cover image for 'Crumbling Down' by T.C. Dale
17 February 2017

“Halt, Kelemvor.” The darkly robed figure’s expression was unreadable behind the silver death mask that hid its face. “Uncommonly direct, Sehanine,” its flat, passionless voice whispered. “Why do You interrupt Me?” The darkness gradually faded to a thick, misty grey – a featureless plain of nothingness, lacking both sky and ground. The swirl of mist…

31 August 2018

I write rape. I write a lot of other things, too. I write erotica that’s playful, teasing, sweet, and sexy; I write hot BDSM and Domination that’s either safe, sane, and consensual or at least ‘risk-aware kink’, depending on your flavor. But I also write rape, and it’s the non-consensual subject matter that — rightfully…

25 April 2018

The offices in the Cerberus Solutions were dark at this time of night. The Christmas shutdown had sent everyone home, to friends or family or favorite bars — somewhere warm, somewhere familiar, somewhere welcoming, for those employees who had one. A few people didn’t have that luxury: the cleaning crew were still here, making one…