Twenty years ago, in 1984, a publishing phenomenon began.
Introduction

"Now, boy, tell me of Osuins's treasure."
Osuin's Treasure

The island sat by itself in the northern Courrain Ocean.
Loyalty

Raven Thorn grasped the last handhold on the cliff face with a bleeding grip.
The Dragon's Child

The terrified woman burst out of the alley and ran down the deserted street, dragging a small boy along with her.
Four Ends

By mid-afternoon on the warm autumn day, most of the townsfolk were determined that something should be done about the elf.
At the Water's Edge

The iron-rimmed wheels of the handcart slipped into a rut in the road.
Lake of Death

In the mountains beyond Hylo, at the bridge leading to Trader's Lot, a farmer with a cartload of onions stopped arguing with the town guard about the amount of levy owed for the privilege of selling his goods in the marketplace, and both men turned to stare instead at Skerrith's approach.
The Dragonslayers

Clink. "Twelve hundred and eighty-six."
Inventory

It was raining pianos in Flotsam.
Special Delivery

Brysis barely avoided the thrust of the large, silvertip shark that barreled through the water in a sudden, agitated burst.
Marine Skies

They simply cannot do this!"
Wyrm's Claw Inn

In the distance were two lines of new buildings on both sides of a main road.
Coin of Adament

No one paid much attention when they first arrived; an old man, on an old cart, with an old dog by his side was nothing to notice on a busy market day.
The Box

I made my lair in the belly of a volcano.
The Albino