The foyer was empty but for Simon, off on his own with one of the many pads that Father provided. Though the boy was young, he was particularly good at the age of nine. He had filled a good number of the books with sketches and little notes. Some of these notes became illustrated stories […]
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The Collector: Three
The scents of rust and iron, cold and damp, filled Iris’s head as she awoke with a jerk, calling for her father. She had been racked with night terrors once more, the first time in nine months. However, these new nightmares were not fabrications, composites of television ghouls, and perturbing stories in the news. It […]
The Collector: Two
The door swung in, and with it, the dark, the evil shadows lurking in every corridor of the macabre fortress the children called home. Rennard twisted about, fearful he had been discovered by the master, only to find Jacob, soaked from head to sock, standing at the threshold. Glaring at Rennard as though he were the […]
The Collector: One
Stagnate, chilly water splashed at corpse-colored flesh as the drainage pool rose with the flow of rainwater spilling through the channel. The rains would be a blessing, the humidity and warmth, the fresh and soothing scent, and the cleansing purity of it washing away long-standing water; however, for the girl in the sewer, it was […]
Wetlands: Chapter Five
The memory of impacted and the shattering of stained glass came to Es’Con as he forced open his eyes through the pain that was pulsing through his skull. Rolling himself off his back and onto the sticky, humid stone floor, the hunter had much to take account of in his new surroundings. He knew the […]
Wetlands: Chapter Four
The glow of early twilight reflected Es’Con’s battered visage back at him using his own blood as a makeshift mirror. Groggily, he rose from the bowing position he had collapsed in and, through half-lidded eyes, sought anyone who may be lurking. It was too early for the elders to be milling about, especially after the […]
Wetlands: Chapter Three
The journey back to the bunkhouse had been far shorter than that of to the temple for Es’Con, but of course, on his return, he had no concern for stealth. Vilni and his boys could likely have seen him coming down the street for the better part of five minutes before he reached them at […]
Wetlands: Chapter Two
Wariness, a certain paranoia, kept Es’Con from sleep and drove him out into the night, leaving the safety of his bed and all the other hunters in the bunkhouse. Vilni and his crew were still awake, playing stones when he stepped out of the round structure. For his part, the master hunter asked Es’Con to […]
Wetlands: Chapter One
A burst of steam and a pungent bodily aroma erupted from the chitin-like shell concealing the vague shape of another person. Thau and Es’Con quickly conferred with one another before deciding that this girl was undoubtedly what the elders sought. Clearing away a good half of the dome over the man-sized pond, the two pulled […]
In the Gardens: Part Seven
With the scales dropped into the bowl that had once been a gaunt’s skull, clearly taken in its infancy, the deal was done. Ilzenor at first had believed the witches, but then the old adage of his estranged aunt rang in his ears. A witch is never to unmake their hex. To barter for a curse […]
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