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
Thrak’s beady eyes opened, blinked, opened, blinked and then shot open wide, which for a man with a lizard’s face wasn’t very wide. Even still, there he was-looking around like a lizard buzzed by a fly. Then, like a cat … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 34.6 Two for the Price of One Mystery
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
The reaction was immediate. Iricah watched the creature which had once been her brother, froth and foam at the mouth. A flood of blood-tinged matter splattered around the passageway walls and floor as the beast gagged and vomited the foul … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 34.4 Iricah’s Return to Form
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
“It’s a grisly body of work it is!” said Frank. “Imagine the souls, imagine the pain, the suffering. I can’t…” It took all of Frank’s focus to keep from losing his calm. In his mind, he returned to his training … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 34.1 Anger Incarnate
By next morning, as the dawn spread upwards and outwards from the dark horizon, the Celn ship commanders sailed into their designated formations. Each knew that their mission was nothing more than a diversion. They weren’t going to attack an … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 33.3 A Grisly Body of Work
