My sister deserved her death, but I didn't kill her. The infamous Sisterhood couldn't care less when it's the perfect excuse to make their move.My name is Sirana. I am a young Noble trapped in a most wretched spot: accused of assassinating my sister, the Matron's heir. If I take the blame, I am next on the sacrificial altar.Dark Elves live for intrigue in our underground matriarchy. We bend the rules for the cunning and the bold. To survive, I must play the...

After centuries, the Deepearth Dragon is awake. He's ready to rejoin the game.When the Valsharess compelled the novice Sister Sirana to leave for the Surface, she also commanded the Lead Sister Jaunda to leave her beloved city for the dark labyrinth of the underground wilderness.Jaunda seeks the lair of a legendary creature who's been asleep since before she was born. After spans of searching, she approaches her goal at last, only to discover he just woke u...

The Conceiver wants to ruin me for the Sisterhood. I can't let this happen.I stumbled into a place I wasn't supposed to be. Priestess Wilsira isn't angry. She's delighted. She demands penance at her side, only too eager to wreck my Elder's plans.Serving her and her demon-blooded son, I’m caught in a cascade of revelations. I begin to understand the real powers which govern out city, consuming most of us eventually.Will I fall prey to city's worst mo...

Two sisters born in the Red Desert, young Daughters of an ancient Queen. One seizes the delights of the present. The other sees and despairs in their future.Innathi and Ishuna are the heirs of the Valsharess Alyarra, Dark Elf Queen of V’Gedra, traveling the sand dunes with their entourage. In urgent need of water, the sisters enter the sacred canyons of Koorul, where they interrupt a mystic rite of passage for the Human son of a Sorcerer-King.Negotiations f...

The helpless Noble I was once is no more. I am Red Sister Sirana, watching my city from the shadows.Once silent and disposable, I've found a place among the Sisterhood of Sivaraus, coarse, crude, and stirring to my blood. In crimson uniform I walk among sensual consorts, studious wizards, and sadistic Priestesses. I am an initiate with true influence in my underground city, a power both freeing and addicting.Everyone keeps secrets which bind them up if they...

I’ve confronted the half-blood mercenary who has what I need to find Jael, wherever she may be. Neither of us will leave until we reach a bargain which yields what we most desire.The Dragonchild has brought me into a city he knows to its foundation, where I am at a disadvantage. My devout Deathwalker may be content to wait for the coming war between Manalar and the Ma’ab, secure in his value to a newly revealed influence in the conflict, but my position seems neith...

A healer just tries to keep her head down when a sorceress's son lands in her lap. No one is safe when surrounded by Priestesses...Irrwaer is an acolyte serving the Priestesses, yet she lacks the consuming urges which drive their ambitions. She would rather observe and stay quiet, avoiding the bottomless appetites of her matriarchy. Unfortunately, in Sivaraus, passiveness leads only to a short, miserable life. Or worse: a long one.In the Sanctuary of the Sp...

I failed one sister. I will not fail another.My sister is in grave danger, captive in the city of Witch Hunters. As Manalar prepares for war, her only chance lies with infiltrators from Augran. I shall join them.The prosperous port of Augran thrives in diverse trade with the Dwarven Clans. The Bishops of Manalar have withdrawn defiantly into the Temple of the Sun, scorning their past allies. The Ma’ab Empire has sent their dark army out of the Far North, se...

Dare to explore the darkest tales where sunlight never touches.Etaski's dark fantasy epic, Sister Seekers, begins underground with its denizens living and dying in eternal night. A novice Red Sister leads us through much of the series, but her Elven ancestors have their own stories to share.Tales of Miurag: The Deepearth is a same-world anthology exploring critical moments in the history for the Dark Elves of Sivaraus. These stories contai...

I escape into a twisted wilderness with a stolen relic protecting me from madness. Behind me is the mysterious stalker from across the plains. He’s caught up to us.My sisters are out there somewhere out, and my unborn is here with me. Struggling to tell guardians from beguilers on a warped battlefield, I worry for all our fates. Somehow, I must bear the terrifying risk of bargaining with Surfacers in ways which ensure enslavement back home.No Red Sister can...

Hubris brought Manalar to its knees. An eclectic alliance could lift it back up.The Godblood of Manalar hadn’t much chance of defeating the Ma’ab when I broke into the city to rescue my sister. We all know the longer Captain Isboern waits to try again, the more entrenched his enemies become.Jael and I don’t want to go back, but if the Ma’ab fester in the South, they could spread and track me as far as Sivaraus. Our best allies agree, better if the ...

All who live shall die, but few can plan for that transition.Life’s greatest mystery and most practical companion. The meeting with death is inevitable, the transition unknowable. What lay beyond could be tormenting, enlightening, blissful, or nothing of note.The death mages of Miurag spend their lives observing death's transition in others, most preparing to one day meet their own. Privy to unique perceptions most would deem mad, their motives and choices ...