I guess The Religion is a good title...it's cryptic and kinda ominous sounding and does have a connection to the actual contents of the story. Despite that, I think that Fucking, Killing & Shitting: Malta 1565 might be a bit more appropriate here. While I can certainly agree all three of those th...
She had thought of him while she lay on her pillow in the hope that she would, and she did. In certain wild flights, which even in sleep she strove to prolong, the dreams were erotic. Other flights were bloody, the two of them in league, and she loved those, too. In yet others, Tannhauser was wou...
Dedbone was gone. He and Nessa were free. But they were stuck in a tunnel, deep underground, with a mountain sitting on top of them. Furgul was hungry and thirsty. He was hurting from head to toe from the beating and the biting and the shooting and the fall. He twisted his head back and licked th...