Graham Shadle

Winter's dark chill has settled over Mist Valley. Asher and his expanding family must prepare the farm for the long, snowy season, finding ways to occupy their hearts and minds during the cold months ahead. With new residents trapped on the farm, a certain goblin and elf devise a plan to entertain the entire household through the bleak winter: a grand play of royalty and court intrigue. Yet, as the valley remains frozen in winter's grasp, a lurking secret threatens to unravel everything they have built together.

As the season of harvest and ghosts descends upon Mist Valley, Asher and his growing family revel in the fruits of their labor. With grapes to pick and wine to make, a newfound harmony settles over the unusual farm, welcoming new guests into their midst. Yet, amidst the bounty of the harvest, winds of change stir. As the leaves change colors, unsettling mysteries unfurl. Inhuman eyes peer from the shadows, cold spots haunt homes, and whispers of a dark rider from legend echo through the enchanted valley, unsettling its inhabitants.

Leo has just jumped in power level after his defeat of Sulanga. With a bevy of hot monster girls to create, he's going to be one busy dungeon builder. Which is good, because the world seems quiet.

School was a chore. All I wanted was to become a magus, enter the academy, and train my chosen affinity. But I didn't pass the test. They said I didn't have it in me. Years later, a run-in with a sassy goth mage named Misty revealed I could do magic. Those damn monocle-wearing pseudo-Victorians at the academy locked me out! Screw them.

After telling a goddess of love and passion that I would conquer her, I was dropped into another world: Mistrim. I have no memory of who I was, I have a wicked awesome power born from my desires, and I have a timer on my arm counting down to my death. Not the worst starting point, I would say. But where there is adversity, there is the opportunity for good fortune. Elves, werewolves, harpies, bunny girls, and more—Mistrim is inhabited by all manner of monsters given humanoid forms—Sentients. And, as I found out, harems are commonplace in Mistrim.