Iricah knew all too well that Thrak would have fought them all, every last two-legged one of them. You see, about the same time that Thrak was standing over Frank’s lifeless body about to make a sack full of Celn … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 35.2 A Lyrical Ballad of the Heart
Andril Tainer had really had enough of all this shit. Fuck you very much. Now in a metamagic state of consciousness, which amazingly made a lot of sense to him at that exact moment, he thought it high time for … Continue reading BLACK HOLLOW 8.1: The Other Side
Iricah yelled, “She’s coming back around!” The bard and archaeologist was trying desperately to hold onto Gaelon, and hold onto something that would stop her from falling out of the mouth of the colossus and into the sea below. “We’ve … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 34.8 An Angry Bellyache
An ominous silence was followed by a gargantuan shaking that knocked them all off their feet–everyone except Zy’an. The monk, falling into a perfect stance, somehow rode it out as the others were scattered around the area like leaves in … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 34.7 Anger Management
Once long ago, a part of Thrak had died, and a part of him had lived. He had never fully understood it. This did not surprise him in the least as when he awoke on a beach, tail-less but alive, … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 34.5 The Dead Rise
Iricah’s senses finally kicked in and she spun around, her hair and bags twirling around her like one of the Ata’uhn dancers on First Isle. In an instant she had lost her brother once more, and in another a childhood … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 34.3 The Lord of Chaos
The voice was the most pitiful thing Iricah had ever heard. When she heard it again, and clearly, she stopped dead in her tracks, begging for the voice to come again–to tell her where to look. It had to be … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 34.2 The Slightest of Insults
