A Philosophical Fragment by Elodin, penned in one of his stranger moods Found scratched on a slate wall outside the Mews. Preserved by Master Lorren despite protests from Hemme.

In this conclusion to The Kingkiller Chronicle, Kvothe's tale reaches the moments that transformed him into the legendary figure who now tends a quiet inn at the edge of civilization. As the final day of telling begins, the boundaries between past and present begin to blur, and the true nature of the three silences becomes clear.

This is a short story about connecting to the author using the antagonist.

Still! Sit! For though you listen long Long would you wait without the hope of song So sweet as this. As Illien himself set down An age ago. Master work of a master's life Of Savien, and Aloine the woman he would take to wife. In fair Tinnu, 'neath argent moon, Where shadows waltz and stars commune Our tale begins, of love and woe, Of hearts entwined, and fates bestowed.

I wrote two short stories about Lanre turning to Haliax. Like I am Cob. I am just a present out hear in the real world. Spinning stories to help the time by.

Kvothe is not the only one with a deep mysterious past. Chronicler is no scribe by profession. He has far more to do with the story than one might think. Stay Tuned.

Denna's diary. Begins with the day she meets Kvothe on the road to Anilin, and loosely follows his story but from her perspective. Sensitive topics implied, some smut but not too graphic.

Every night at the Eolian is a unique experience. Every night is someone new visiting with their own story. Sit and enjoy the tales of the far off.

Sólo Kvothe ha salido de los brazos de Felurian vivo y cuerdo. Pero ¿Qué pasó con los demás que estuvieron antes que él? Sigamos la historia de un hombre que solo salió vivo. Esta historia la subí un poco más corta y con el título "Por Felurian" en el Amino Roca de Guía. Disfruten mi intento de terror psicológico. King, Rothfuss, Presley, sacúdanse en sus criptas (?).

In which Kvothe manages not to offend Denna by being completely honest for a change.

Sometimes, Kvothe's past catches up to him.

A story of how grief can twist a man who is full of hard choices and the wicked things in his mind. There may be a bit of slapping, stools, thievery, and deaths.

Kvothe takes care of Tempi after a sudden fight leaves the Adem warrior badly injured. Set in the short time after Kvothe destroys the bandit encampment, but before he meets Felurian. Focused mainly on Kvothe/Tempi friendship and healing.

Kvothe and Bast have a clash of views when it comes to certain manuscripts, and their burning. / Oneshot, set before the events in the narrative frame of 'The Name of the Wind'.

A torn letter blows whither the wind wills. All characters belong to Patrick Rothfuss as does the University. The opening lines are a paraphrasing of the opening lines of 'The Name of the Wind' and 'The Wise Man's Fear,' and the part of a wise man fearing the night with no moon is also a paraphrasing of a quote from 'The Wise Man's Fear.'

"A story. And a promise. One for you and one for me." she said, and Kvothe tilted his head, puzzled. "You want me to tell you a story?" She shook her head in frustration, her silky hair falling in front of her face like a curtain. "The story is for you."

all rights belong to Patrick rothfuss, a conclusion to notw and wmf

On moonless, windless nights, when the world is too dark and quiet to face alone, Elodin seeks comfort in the other masters. (Crossposted to AO3)

Basically, the plum bob incident in WMF comes to the masters' attention at the University, and Kvothe ends up in many kinds of trouble, especially when some Ruh show up and trigger his already volatile emotions.

Bast can't sleep tonight. In the emptiness of the Waystone Inn, he needs warmth, music, and escape. Bast wants to dream, and Kvothe knows how to help. Bedtime story. One-Shot.

Growing up is hard. Especially if you're different. Especially in Ademre.

I experimented with the idea of Felurian being human once, turned to a faerie from the madness of the loss of her father. I appologize beforehand if there are errors in my grammar or spelling. I have spellchecked as well as I could, but English is not my native language.

This is the story of how Bast met Kvothe - or rather chased him down! (In wait for "day 3" i decided to put down in words how i imagined their friendship started. Enjoy!)

The time comes for Bast to claim his throne as King of the Fae Realm. But as he prepares to leave The Waystone, he cannot ignore a growing fear of what might become of his friend.

Master Elodin takes a brief break from his duties at the University to strike up a discussion with the Cthaeh. A one-shot story that seeks to bridge some canon threads and spin completely new ones.