Silence descended over them as the being stopped, staring at the crew. There was a small chuckle from the back of the ranks. The soldiers in the front didn’t know enough to laugh yet; they knew that seeing was not always believing.

Before them sat a rabbit on its haunches. It had whiskers, a fuzzy nose, and two long, black ears that stood up straight from its otherwise white fur. Its paws were c...

Argalan and Verrin soldiers marched in a sea of competing colors. The golds and charcoal of the Verrin uniform standing out against the Argalan greens and blues.

The rumbling of a drum filled his lungs and he urged his horse forward still, pressing his lips into a firm line.

Enthri had insisted that capturing control of the northern passage to the celestial islands was vital to securing their k...

Heavy footsteps shook the earth. A guttural roar promising violence. The monster appeared from the darkness; the soldiers froze —

And immediately started laughing.

Cut!!!” Hiroshi yelled. “What the hell kaiju is this?”

“Don’t yell at me,” Daiki answered. “I’m sweating to death in this rubber suit and I need a cigarette.”

Hiroshi hurled the director’s horn to the studio floor. “That’s NOT wh...

The soldiers had faced bears before. Black bears. Grizzly bears. An owlbear, once - thankfully an old, blind one that was easily dissuaded with loud noises.

But this bear stood on its hind legs, its front legs hanging at its sides. It had short, pale brown fur, and wide solid-black eyes, and, bizarrely, a bright red ribbon tied around its neck. Even more bizarrely, its mouth was simply a black li...

They had come together to defeat the monster armed with only what they could hobble together from their sad little farms. Some carried pitchforks, others had slingshots and bags of heavy stones and even the women had brought their best kitchen knives. They had no idea what they would be facing, but the word had gone out around the countryside that the monster was on the loose again.

All the vil...

Heavy footsteps shook the earth—a guttural roar promised violence. The monster appeared from the darkness, and the soldiers froze.

Under the visor of her helmet, Matilda snickered. This was the wicked monster?

Reports of a creature terrorising the outlying villages had come in a mob of sweaty peasants and singed hay carts.

Naturally, and out of courtesy, the King dispatched a small rally of youn...