Riuza Freya stood in the cold morning light staring at the rusted door of the cell half-buried in the earth under the castle’s south wall. She could hear Katja shuffling about inside, the noises echoing in the confined space. And she heard a pair of boots crunching toward her across the trampled,...
Another town, another… whatever this mess is. I count twenty soldiers, their uniforms shredded, their swords and pistols mangled, their faces bruised and bloody. That’s typical. The novel part is that every last one of them is clinging desperately to the branches of a very tall tree high above my...
KellaWhen she reached the end of the sewer pipe, Kella fell out onto the floor in a foul puddle of dark, oily liquids and decaying fleshy lumps that she tried not to look at too closely. Slowly, painfully, she rolled out of the puddle and crawled up out of the trench of waste water flowing out of...