A shitty SI fic written in my spare time in response to the profusion of Good Swordboi GaryStormStarkBaratharyen inserts where printing presses are as easy to build as IKEA furniture with all the pieces and the uplift goes great because you've somehow killed all the bad people with pikes and gunpowder. Up until the author drops it, which my update rate virtually guarantees I will.
A veces Selise no sabe si Rocadragón está llena de sombras o si las verdaderas sombras son ellos. esta historia participa en el reto Poder femenino del foro Alas negras, palabras negras.