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Royal Assassin
The assassin’s blade slid across the traitor’s throat, easily slicing through pipe, vein, flesh, and fat. He kicked the obese old Duke away, the body tumbling to the floor in a heap. “You have been...
View ArticleThe Lonely God
This entry is part 2 of 3 in the seriesGolemHe walks slowly, each lumbering stride carrying him a dozen leagues. Entire villages are crushed beneath his feet; whole nations are shaken by his passing....
View ArticleTitan
This entry is part 3 of 3 in the seriesGolemAir _whooshed_ in and out of the titan’s lungs like enormous bellows. The sound flowed through the mountainous cavern with a sonorous resonance that would...
View ArticleLittle Broken Gods
Germaine Ashencloake surveyed the wreckage of the room before him. Dozens of tiny figurines lay in shattered ruins across the floor. From what he could observe, each was unique. Germaine shook his...
View ArticleArrival
This entry is part 1 of 5 in the seriesThe Ruin of ShorelockeEifan Craille stands quietly in the ruins of the old town, leaning heavily on his staff. He is tired, weary from his long journey, but he...
View ArticleShadow Man
I saw a shadow man today, tracking me through the corn. It kept its distance, for which I was grateful, but it moved when I moved, stepped where I stepped, stumbled when I stumbled. It stayed with me...
View ArticleThe Shelter
This entry is part 2 of 5 in the seriesThe Ruin of ShorelockeThe shelter calls out to Eifan, and he is drawn toward it. A cool breeze blows in off the sea and with it a hint of a voice, as if a vapor....
View ArticleThe Room
This entry is part 3 of 5 in the seriesThe Ruin of ShorelockeEifan drags one finger lightly along the door jamb as he enters the room. The door itself has long since crumbled into dust, long since...
View ArticleThe Orb
This entry is part 4 of 5 in the seriesThe Ruin of ShorelockeHe inspects the orb without picking it up. He can feel the memories radiating off the thing already, and he is not ready to delve into them...
View ArticleCloth
This entry is part 5 of 5 in the seriesThe Ruin of ShorelockeEifan withdraws his hand, shaking his head. “No,” he says. “This is neither the time nor the place to delve into such remembrances.” He...
View ArticleFiction: Beautiful Insanity
He is a tiny man. Under four feet tiny. Balding pate. Small eyes. Round, tortoiseshell glasses. Tattered brown suit. Nothing to look at, certainly, not that anyone is looking. He glides through the...
View ArticleFiction: Dust
A spark of green faelight flitted through the nursery window as the last rays of day faded from the sky. At its a center a faerie, no bigger than a single mote of dust. It flew around the room once,...
View ArticleSwordmaiden
This entry is part 1 of 2 in the seriesThe Rusted BladeThe little girl entered the forest, armed with nothing but her courage, her grim determination, and the rusty sword strapped to her back. There...
View ArticleRust, Blood, and Flame
This entry is part 2 of 2 in the seriesThe Rusted BladeMalika paced steadily deeper into the woods, sword out to the side. Pale blue flames, barely visible, licked along the blade’s length. Near the...
View ArticleLight, Faith, and Sacrament
This entry is part 4 of 13 in the series The Rusted BladeOrthael kissed the symbol and took a deep breath, feeling the power of his god like a warm wash of water. The exhalation is a release: a...
View ArticleFeeding the Flame
This entry is part 5 of 13 in the series The Rusted BladeMalika stepped back, spinning to her left as another creature lunged out of the darkness. The sword in her hand sang with need, and she swung it...
View ArticleThe Fire Consuming
This entry is part 6 of 13 in the series The Rusted BladeOrthael was not entirely surprised when the first creature stepped out from behind a tree, not far ahead. It had once been a man, but grossly...
View ArticleAn Embrace Eternal
This entry is part 7 of 13 in the series The Rusted BladeWith a speed and grace divine, Orthael spun to receive the blow to his shield. His foe held close, as if embracing a lover, hissing wildly. The...
View ArticleDancing with Death
This entry is part 8 of 13 in the series The Rusted BladeMalika danced. Creatures emerged from the darkness all around her, and she whirled among them. Her steps were light, quick. She never remained...
View ArticleA Chosen Tool
This entry is part 9 of 13 in the series The Rusted BladeOrthael stopped by a small crossroads, the signpost and its accompanying shrine to the Fire covered in a sick, black tar. It oozed away from the...
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