One of the most profound applications of the Nesdurand philosophy is found in . Unlike traditional fantasy or sci-fi, Nesdurand worlds often feature:

The mapmakers stopped charting the coastlines long before they reached the latitude of Nesdurand. To the north lay the safe, sanded harbors of the trade routes; to the south, the grey, churning expanse of the Unwritten Ocean. But Nesdurand existed in the fog between the two, a place of slate cliffs and iron water.

He whispered it aloud, and the alley seemed to hold its breath.

Local legend spoke of a sentinel who had once walked the borderlands during the Year of the Ashen Sun. Not a knight, not a king — just a lone figure in a patched cloak, carrying a lantern that never went out. That figure, the old women by the hearth fire said, was called Nesdurand. No one knew if it was a name or a title.