There are two Earths: one is home to humanity, one to Equine-kind.
My humanity does not belong in a world of equinity.
Literally, Reckless. Ponies give this sorrel mare purpose. Be kind. Be happy. Be a good pony. 🐎 1948 - 2024
There are two Earths: one is home to humanity, one to Equine-kind.
My humanity does not belong in a world of equinity.
The mining town’s residents have gathered, and there is a series of firsts.
There is arguing; there is heat; there is smoke.
And there is no sign of the pony who brought them here.
Thanks to NorrisThePony.
Under a dying light wrought of darkness, a lone soul remains unblinded.
And they foresee one final shift.
Cover art is the European Southern Observatory's KMOS Spectograph.
The Southern Ridge was less of an icebreaker and more so a ship strengthened for icy waters. Oak planks and steel bands dissipated the worries presented by the ice floes that came to pass the sailship, allowing a calm, three-day journey from Haybinger Port to the nearest penguin settlement; the Ice Narrows.
Well, as calm as a Taur can get with a pony around.
Cover art by 8moments.
Andrew hikes; he's always done it with friends, and he couldn't imagine a trip without them. Today is different: he's a bit lost, but he won't be friendless for all too long.
With the strange—yet adorable—local fauna as company, Andrew sets off to conquer the hike of his life.
On Goodreads thanks to the work of Facedeer.
Coverart originally by Danfango.
The wasteland is a harsh and unforgiving landscape, illuminated by the damned and dying sun. At the dawn of an interim in a long cycle of decay, wanderers learn to prosper.
For one intrepid group, they carve a valley of gold from their scorched earth.
And a hard scotch is their annual reprieve.
Coverart by Dee Cross.
When Spike went to sleep, Owlowiscious wasn't gray.
When Spike went to sleep, Owlowiscious wasn't a bard who sung of lands beyond.
Spike just wants to sleep.
But first, he has to send this "Guardian" back to his own tree.