Every heist needs a good getaway driver. Sometimes, you just have to work with what you've got. And other times, you just have to adapt to the job, especially when an extra pair of limbs is involved.

At the Clover Cafe, a peculiar conversation takes place.

There are two Earths: one is home to humanity, one to Equine-kind.

My humanity does not belong in a world of equinity.

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.

Soarin finds freedom from the prejudice of the crowds.

Dedicated to Soaring and Flint.

An adventurous colt boards a decommissioned antique at the docks.

Luckily for him, the ship is in dire need of a crew.

Cover Art by skvor.

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.