An extension to "The Hand of Oberon". On that particular moonlit night, Brand and Random have some unfinished business to settle.

For someone who has had such an impact on Random, there isn't much known about Vialle or how her relationship with Random came to be. Set in Vialle's and Random's POV. My first ever Amber fic, so reviews are much appreciated!

Merlin Sawall was born and raised within the Courts of Chaos, the counterpart to the City of Amber... the very city that had conquered the Courts after the Patternfall War. Merlin’s father, Corwin, is a Prince of Amber, and had not known of his son’s existence until Merlin was already fully grown. Their meeting was written by Zelazny, but this is in Merlin’s perspective.

And then everyone went off to the Patternfall War and the big climax at the end of book five of the series... but what happened to Gérard during his regency? Did they just hand him the keys and say 'be good with our world? I think not. And maybe - just maybe - there's a lot more to the 'big guy' than he usually lets on... (In-canon extension set during Courts of Chaos)

A spirit tells of her meeting with Corwin (and Hugi). Takes place during 'The Courts of Chaos'.

Flora wasn't as loved as Deirdre. As powerful as Fiona. As noble as Llewella. But even at the beginning, she was a Princess of Amber. References to sexual assault, but mostly concerned with how Flora and Eric became close.

A short vignette of faith lost... and found. Mandor/Fiona; really this is chapter 7.5 'easter egg' of the Labyrinth crossover 'Labyrinth of Chaos', but it's a story in itself.

Benedict explains how he became the best swordsman and fighter ever

Third generation story about the children of King Martin, some hundreds of years after books 1-5. Books 6-10 did not happen in this world.

Одним хмурым днем после войны. Намек на Корвин/Дейрдре и Джулиан/Фиона. Написано под впечатлением от произведения Антонио Вивальди Concerto per violino op.8 n.11 in re magg. RV 210 – Largo.

Benedict recounts the days Corwin spent with him in Avalon, revealing that Corwin's version of events changed and left out many significant details of what actually occurred. (Benedict/Corwin)

Freshly reunited, Bleys tells Corwin of the time everyone thought Corwin dead. At first not believing Eric's word of Corwin's passing, Bleys travels into shadow, where he stumbles upon someone with an uncanny resemblance to his dear brother. (Corwin/Bleys)

Facing the very real troubles and conflicts of life in the larger multiverse, Naddia and Alaric will learn to see clearly as they grow to understand each other and themselves. The allies and enemies they forge will test them through the hardships that will come. [Romance, OCs, Tales from an Amber Diceless RPG]

Albo Kramik do Amberu. Pisać się będzie, co prompty, życzenia i wyzwania z różnych stron sieci przyniosą.

King Random and King Merlin talk after Queen Vialle's funeral. Future AU heavily influenced by years of playing Amber diceless.

When Brand was younger and stupider, he loved a Shadow of himself.

It's not exactly Paris, and it's not exactly 1905. Merlin joins Corwin at a sidewalk cafe.

"Amber will always be the only wife its king will be faithful to" (Oberon/Clarissa)

James, son of Corwin, King of Amber and protector of the Shadow realms

An exercise in using somewhat lurid romance novel prose to describe an existential - almost - crisis. Almost. Written for Yuletide. [sort of Deirdre, sort of Corwin, sort of romance]

These are happy stories.

Luke meets Martin.

Based on the Amber DRPG game I play in. Emelina is the youngest, and smallest, princess in Amber. Often overlooked she wants the throne just as much as her various siblings. Sneaky and devious she goes about her way to make life difficult for those she dislikes. But as things begin to get weird in Amber Emelina is forced to choose sides and ultimately stand against evil. Maybe.

Ostatnie myśli umierającego Eryka, króla Amberu, są siłą rzeczy skupione wokół tego z braci, który bierze wszystko. Są też, mimo najszczerszych wysiłków autorki, patetyczne jak licho.

Fiona has always taken care of her brothers.