There once was a lumberjack named Jack Lumber. He was the best lumberjack ever – And he knew it.

The townspeople called him “B.J.” for Boastful Jack.

You think you know something, but then the universe just has to prove you wrong. Heb’beth thought as she headed to the Grand Archive’s refreshment area for a well deserved break.

This island is afloat. Attached to no land mass, it drifts as it pleases. Going whichever way the tide takes it.

This is his home.

'‘Then I crushed the creature’s skull within the palm of my hand!’' The giant man cheered, and all his fellow inebriated has-beens grunted their approval.