This is about Akkarin before The Magicians' Guild, mostly set in Sachaka. The rocky landscape was tinged red at the horizon by the setting sun. A brilliant red, so unlike the color of half-dried blood splattered on the post before him…

An alternate ending for The High Lord, in which the dagger goes through the right person.

A song/poem-fic of Akkarin's...last decision. Using the tune of the song Let It Go in the film Frozen.