"There is only stone. Tall, cavernous holds of rock and tunnel and deep, still quiet. She must remind herself that this is where she will breathe her last. There will be no sun to warm her when she dies." After twenty eight years of the taint, the Deep Roads finally call to her. This is goodbye.

Inquisitor Talia Lavellan has settled in for a long night of paperwork. A visitor helps her get a handle on it.

A short ficlet about Inquisitor/Cullen and the many laughs and smiles he learns from her.

After the events on Seheron, Vixen has no place to run to. Memories of her life lead her to a place where she can hide and find something worth fighting for.

When the Fifth Blight threatens to destroy everything in its path, a group of heroes steps up to face it alone, but with a memory that haunts her every move, is Eilidh Cousland the hero everyone thinks she is?

After Queen Cousland has returned from Ameranthine, she is plagued with nightmares. Awoken one morning and sent to her study to think, something reminds her of the pinch of Andraste's Ashes she took on a whim from the Urn. Perhaps it is the solution to all her and Alistair's problems. Only one way to find out...

Sera does not think much of Inquisitor's Megan Trevelyan uppity attitude and decides to knock her down a peg. Unfortunately, the Inquisitor is not noted for being forgiving or forgetful. Trouble brews in Skyhold, and the bets are on for who will win the Prank Wars.

A Healer, yet a Blader. Bodies fall, but not from her blades. Henia Trevelyan admits to naivety, but is far from stupid. She's just a good person works for the best in any situation.

Anton Garreth was born in the Free Marches and sent to the circle of Magi at a young age. At the age of 18 he escaped the Circle and fled to Ferelden, settling in the village of Fatum. Ten years later he will give up everything in order to protect that which he holds dearest.

The f!Inquisitor and Cullen find a new and unexpected way to connect, with a little help from Varric. Sequel to Chocolate and Sex.

A series of One-shots revolving around my warden Lyla Mahariel, Merrill, Leliana and others. Set in the same universe as my other story "From the Dales to Denerim"

Learning of Melissa's Death. Alistair Breaks.

Hawke and Fenris are forced to part ways during the chaos of Kirkwall's final battle.

This is a quick pre-story drabble that takes place during the childhood of the elven mage main character of Dragon Age: Origins. It is very short.

While things are falling apart in Kirkwall, the Queen of Ferelden stays behind in Denerim awaiting her husband. A look into what goes on between King Alistair Theirin and Queen Jenna Cousland now that the Blight is over. [Oneshot]

Hawke and Fenris make love. A seemingly simple thing, easily taken for granted by most. For Fenris, however, getting this far required the slaying of some pretty big demons.

An AU where only Hawke and Varric survived the final showdown between Templars and Mages. This is Hawkes story told by Hawke, and the after math of her actions. Rated M for future chapters.

Hawke is heartbroken when Fenris walks away from her, but comes to understand something she had not realized before about who Fenris is- something that helps her decide how to face her loss. (Takes into account events and some of the dialogue from the beginning of Hawke's romance with Fenris in "A Bitter Pill.")

Alistair fled Ferelden after the Warden spares Loghain. Now Teagan has convinced him to return. An ugly bitterness has filled Alistair and he is no longer the man he once was. F!Cousland/Alistair

Snippets of Anders thoughts from Awakening to DA 2.

"You know, one good thing about the Blight is how it brings people together." His voice was sarcastic, but good-naturedly so. "Alistair of the Gray Wardens at your service, m'lady." AlistairxF!Cousland

Fenris comes to Hawke's side when she needs it.

A look at the events of Awakening and DA2 through the eyes of Anders and Justice. Rating is for later chapters.

Nie ma pod ręką nic innego do czytania, więc wreszcie sięga po swój modlitewnik. Kiedy otwiera modlitewnik, coś wypada na jej szatę spomiędzy kartek. Wynne patrzy, wybucha śmiechem, zaśmiewa się do łez, a potem nadal się śmieje. Ach, Greagoir, myśli, wcale tak bardzo się nie zmieniłeś. Ale jest już za późno.

It is Kathryn's birthday. Cassandra, the romantic that she is, has already planned-what do you mean, she did not know? [f!Trevelyan/Cassandra]