It’s always there, stalking, somewhere near. Hot moist breath on the back of my neck. Skittery footsteps crunching parchment autumn leaves. A harsh, whispered laugh inches from my ear. But I never see it. The most I ever get is… Continue Reading
Swords clashed, shields broke, bodies fell… and over it all an unholy screech pummeled warriors like a battering ram. Ulf stumbled as yet another undead thing rose from the mud and clutched his ankle. Ulf’s axe swept downward, lopped through… Continue Reading
Bob awoke to teal numbers on a teal background on a teal box that blared “Sounds of the Eighties!” He blinked. He opened his eyes wide. Everything was still teal. Walls. Curtains. Carpet. Bob stifled a scream. Don’t panic. Call… Continue Reading
The adulation, the hero worship, sickens me. It has sickened me for centuries, and will sicken me for centuries to come, for I am doomed to hear the tale echo throughout eternity. More tourists. They come to Altdorf to worship… Continue Reading