He stands over me, naked chest, eyes sunken, face gaunt. Tent’s gone, he says. Rifle too. When the ice broke it made a landslide and everything went in. No more pistol either. Lost when I fell in the water after it jammed. The thermometer too. Gone. But he saves the worst for last. Th...
Each wall is as bare as the tunnel. Maze walks around, tracing her finger over the emptiness, her eyes eventually scanning the ceiling for the source of the clicking. I walk up to her, run my hand over her back and tell her we should keep walking down the hall because there’s nothing here. Just t...
Bands of horse-riders witnessed their wake, scattering at the sight.“These must be the slaves of Grelion, no longer ruled by his poison fist, wondering about the land, searching for purpose,” mused Gaiberth to Iirevale, walking alongside one another. “What a shame that he remains unfound in these...