Ghagrim

This is the last of the illustrations for book 8.
"It slavers and drools through thick grey lips as it licks the blade of its rusty iron sword. With a chilling howl it issues its battle-cry and closes to attack."

Tadia

"Seated at the table is a beautiful young woman. Her hair is silken gold, and around her high, pale forehead she wears a circlet of jet inlaid with runes and mystic symbols."

Trost

"The man is wearing a red surcoat embroidered with a crest depicting a castle and an open hand: it is the uniform of the Tharro garrison."

Swamp Python

Strong Ale

"You empty the tankard in one go and wipe the froth from your lips. Seconds later the floor of the hold begins to rock from side to side, gently at first, but gathering momentum until you are forced to cling to the table to prevent yourself from falling over. The other passengers seem unaffected by the violent pitching and rolling, as if their feet were nailed to the deck. You shout a warning that the barge is about to sink, that they should try to save themselves before it is too late. They cackle and sneer at your concern for their safety, their faces growing larger and more grotesque and the sound of their laughter building to a deafening crescendo. A man in a red coat looms before you, his face twisted and deformed."

The rogue miner is back

"As soon as you step into the cabin you are attacked by a man wielding a pick-axe handle. He is a lean, hollow-eyed rogue with a vivid scar, which runs in a ragged line from his forehead to his chin. He shouts a curse and makes a swing for your head."

Stia

"'Hold there, strangers!' he blusters, his croaky voice full of self-importance. 'Proceed no further till you pay the toll.' You draw your horse to a halt and stare down at the ridiculous-looking figure."

Taan-spider

"A creeping bank of mist rolls across your path and the maker of the web looms out of it."

Barge to Tharro

Xlorg

"You are faced by a monstrous reptile. Its webbed, claw-tipped hands are poised to rend you in two."

11-233

"The door slams shut and a scar-faced rogue leaps out of the shadows and attacks you with a pick-axe handle."

Anapheg

"At first glance it looks as if two totally separate creatures have been joined together at the waist: the lower half is covered with a coarse, spiky fur, and the upper body is pale and hairless, heavily veined, with long sinewy forearms. It raises its snout to savour the smell of your frightened horse and opens its fanged jaws."

Darklord Gnaag