epic toon: the world’s great stories as webtoons

Troy has fallen and every other captain is already sailing for his own front door. One of them turns the wrong way at Tenedos, and spends ten years paying for it.

She will marry the man who hides where she cannot find him. She has a glass that sees everywhere.

A king who cannot be beaten meets the one man who can match him. What begins as a fight becomes a friendship, and the friendship becomes the reason he goes looking for a way to never die.

The gods know exactly how the world ends, who kills them, and in what order. They have known for a very long time. They go on anyway.

A boy nobody is watching pulls a blade out of an anvil because his brother forgot one. The kingdom he is handed will take everything he builds.

She will marry the man who hides where she cannot find him. She has a glass that sees everywhere.

Her sister rules the world below. She is harder to reach, and far harder to keep.

A herdsman boy nurses two mountain-spirit infants back to health. They offer him a wish. He asks for strength.

The younger brother. Faster, handsomer, quicker to laugh, and the one who rides out first.

A mountain spirit who grants strength to those she favours and takes the voice of those who cross her.

Every person is born with one. She keeps the hours of your life and she does not explain them.

A nine-tongued serpent that holds back the rain until she is paid. Drought is a negotiation.

Born with wings under his arms and a shirt he must never lose. He fights the drought with lightning.

The castle walls fell every night until one wife agreed to be built into them, on one condition.

Nine wounds, nine years in bed, one sister nursing him. Then the sea-monster asks for her.

The Black Knight comes out of the sea and takes what he wants. Nobody has beaten him yet.

Dancing spirits in the meadow at night. Do not join them, and do not name them.

She belongs to the spring and the running water. The village keeps the well clean for a reason.

She keeps the house at the edge of the sky, and every night her son comes home to it.

A fire-breathing guardian coiled around whatever it was set to keep. It does not sleep.

He has read every book of chivalry ever printed and concluded that the age of knights is not over, merely under-staffed. He is wrong about almost everything, and he goes anyway.

A boy kills a hound and takes its place as guard dog. He is given a choice: a long life nobody remembers, or a short one they never stop singing about.

He plays well enough to make stone weep, so they let him walk into the land of the dead to bargain for her. The way out has one condition.

Nine years into a war he was promised would make him immortal, the best fighter in the world is sulking in his tent. The insult was small. The cost will not be.

A king who kills a new wife every morning. A storyteller who has worked out that a story left unfinished at dawn buys her one more day.

Born from a stone, he learned every trick heaven had, ate the peaches of immortality, and got himself buried under a mountain for five hundred years.

Nine years into a war he was promised would make him immortal, the best fighter in the world is sulking in his tent. The insult was small. The cost will not be.

A boy kills a hound and takes its place as guard dog. He is given a choice: a long life nobody remembers, or a short one they never stop singing about.

He plays well enough to make stone weep, so they let him walk into the land of the dead to bargain for her. The way out has one condition.

He has read every book of chivalry ever printed and concluded that the age of knights is not over, merely under-staffed. He is wrong about almost everything, and he goes anyway.

Troy has fallen and every other captain is already sailing for his own front door. One of them turns the wrong way at Tenedos, and spends ten years paying for it.

A king who cannot be beaten meets the one man who can match him. What begins as a fight becomes a friendship, and the friendship becomes the reason he goes looking for a way to never die.

The gods know exactly how the world ends, who kills them, and in what order. They have known for a very long time. They go on anyway.

A boy nobody is watching pulls a blade out of an anvil because his brother forgot one. The kingdom he is handed will take everything he builds.

A king who kills a new wife every morning. A storyteller who has worked out that a story left unfinished at dawn buys her one more day.

Born from a stone, he learned every trick heaven had, ate the peaches of immortality, and got himself buried under a mountain for five hundred years.

Nine years into a war he was promised would make him immortal, the best fighter in the world is sulking in his tent. The insult was small. The cost will not be.

A boy kills a hound and takes its place as guard dog. He is given a choice: a long life nobody remembers, or a short one they never stop singing about.

He plays well enough to make stone weep, so they let him walk into the land of the dead to bargain for her. The way out has one condition.

He has read every book of chivalry ever printed and concluded that the age of knights is not over, merely under-staffed. He is wrong about almost everything, and he goes anyway.