A gleaming metal tray slowly emerged from the steel freezer, bearing with it a human body. A slight chill flew up Nathan’s back, though not from the cold. There was something about the bodies emerging from cryo-stasis that always struck Nathan in the worst way.
Grim moved slowly, his sword now strapped across his back, his axe on his belt and his round shield’s handle knotted around his left arm. He saw pieces of human bone scattered along the sides of the hill, many half-buried in the gravel and wondered how many victims had the Pit Troll taken.
Rasius turned back to his work, delicately molding the last bit of the substance on the world. He didn’t notice Darsha kneeling down to pick up one of the discarded worlds, one of the imperfect ones. Nor did he see her secretly slide it into a side pocket and skip away from his workshop.
He raised his voice above the wind: “Whatever oath you have to your Lord you have a stronger oath to your kind. This abomination will devour you all…
The air above his helium tank was bright with herds of balloon giraffes, elephants, horses, packs of dogs from dachshunds to whippets, flights of birds and butterflies, troops of monkeys all bobbing at the ends of their ribbon strings. Compared to these, a plain, round helium balloon, however large and bright a planet, fell flat.
She hopped from Garnoc’s back, drew a dagger from her pouch and approached the orbs. They scattered as she neared. Her rage was tangible, her determination unmatched. Not even the land of the fae dared to challenge her now.
Max’s place smelled of whiskey-sweat, vomit and blood — it suited Knute just fine. Max’s place was a haven for Mechs, the local Sherwood Heights gang known for their ruthlessness. It was a small “L” shaped place with worn wood floors and wood paneled walls with hundreds of Mech tags one on top of the [...]
On the distant horizon,
Far beyond uncultivated lands,
My eye caught a sorrowful glimpse
Over the jagged ridge
Of two strange men
With two goats beside
Proudly marching from a rainbow bridge
To this day, the story is told of the Ignis fatuus and of a dark man that accompanies her. How they travel together from barrow to barrow over the moors and how she tells him of the mighty deeds and exploits of the warrior-chieftains of old buried within them. “Oh, mother, I won’t fail you,” [...]
Jalaq and I had gone down to the kaniniq to watch for caribou. The caribou herds migrating north came to this place to lick salt from the rocks along the shore. We have always hunted caribou there. You can see the bones in the sand from our hunts going back to the beginning of the [...]
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