Back to the company. Back to business. Back to the parade of years. Back to the annals. Back to fear.
Ah, the smell of mystery and dark doings, of skulduggery and revenge. The meat of a good tale.
Can’t get my people inside. These crackpots are abidingly paranoid. If a man has even a tenth part nonhuman blood, he’s a breed and part of the problem. Never mind he might have been a war hero. The s...
We all have our pasts. I suspect we keep them nebulous not because we are hiding from our yesterdays but because we think we will cut more romantic figures if we roll our eyes and dispense delicate hi...
The first thing I saw was a mottled green face half a yard wide staring through the broken window. I said something intelligent like, Gleep! The face grinned. It was a groll, a hybrid of human, troll,...
Seems to know you, the Captain observed. He thought I was dead. Jalena rejoined his party. He gabbled and pointed. Pale-faced men looked our way. They argued briefly, then the whole lot fled the garde...
My name is Case. Philodendron Case. Thanks to my Ma. I’ve never even told Raven about that. That’s why I joined the army. To get away from the kind of potato diggers that would stick a name like that...
I was my usual charming morning self, threatening blood feud with anyone fool enough to disturb my dreams.
I snuck a glance at her. She wore a teasing little smile. I shifted my attention to the fighting. What she did to me, just sitting there, amidst the fury of the end of the world, was more frightening...
Don’t you guys ever sleep? Sleep? What’s that? Wait! Yeah! I remember. They used to let me do that when I was in the army. Once a week whether I needed it or not.
Let the gods distinguish between the wiched and the merely incompetent.
No religion I ever encountered made any sense. None are consistent. Most gods are megalomaniacs and paranoid psychotics by their worshippers' description. I don't see how they could survive their own...