Andril Tainer had really had enough of all this shit. Fuck you very much. Now in a meta-magic 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
The magical door closed, and Thaedron, even though death was raining down above him, rejoiced in the fact his prince would live. Clear and purposefully, he brought himself up to full height, and held a fist towards his own destruction … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 35.2 Those Who Fly From Dead Monsters
Of all the things that Thaedron thought might happen then, a blood and bag covered woman stepping out of a magical door floating in the air wasn’t one of them. Of course it wasn’t like he was able to see … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 35.1 The Pretty Bag Lady in the Doorway
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
“No!” Screamed Areia with all of her will. Her skin red and slick with sweat, she was convulsing as if being interrogated, tortured. “No!!!!!!!!!!!! What are you doing, you fucking fool!!! Do you know what you have done? Do you … Continue reading BLACK HOLLOW 9.6 Cillandar or Bust
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
