So this is suicide. The moment of great death. A silly expedition towards inevitable failure. The monstrosity brings his weapon back and all air disappears from the battlefield. Then he swings it forward and a hurricane-like gale batters all. The commander watches twenty go down with the blow. One of his men gets back up. …
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The sun explodes out of the horizon and the morning sky catches fire with angry reds and oranges. A soft breeze carries the smells of a new day on the lake. Cranes fish and ducks quack while waddling around in the water with the buzz of insects overwhelming everything. Yet Tommy misses yet another glorious …
She did as told. God’s one true warrior. Steel swinging bitch of the word. Chuckling darkly a fresh wave of pain rolls up her side. She grips the crossbow bolt protruding from her belly as if that could prevent more anguish. It does not. She is covered in sweat and blood, the mud alone weighs …
In this life, Tam Duc is eighty-five years old, weighs thirty-eight kilograms and travels from the Northern island of Cát Bà, to Năm Căn on the one leg remaining after meeting a French landmine 72 years ago. It is a journey of 2000 kilometers. Năm Căn is nothing more than the Southernmost tip of Vietnam. …
Toman grips the ax handle. Both fists go white with the tension. The veins running up and down both labor strengthened arms stand proud. He can smell her on the air. A bouquet so familiar it reminds him of home and childhood, spicy, but sweet and a bit savory, it mixes with the creatures musk …
The goblin stands over a dead dwarf. He cannot bring himself to pull the dagger from the mountain-dweller's lifeless chest or even take the man's head as was asked. Instead, he drags the dwarf's gem-filled saddlebags over to his purple-dyed Emu. He dyed the bird the horrible shade when he took it from the hitching …
God is the sudden appearance of warmth and light. The mountain is silent. The wind has stopped. The sun is bright yellow in the billowing high mountain fog. Abrham collapses. His legs no longer support his weight. His breath is haggard and his vision blurs. At the end, despite the beautiful passage of the sun, …
The blast disintegrates atoms as it spreads out from ground zero. The city of Louisville, the towns surrounding it, the villages outside them, the farms and hermit shacks and public lands stretching for hundreds of miles, felt nothing as they disappeared. They did not even remain as smears on the ground, or a hole in …
The air smells like incense. Maybe patchouli. Maybe something more narcotic, sinister, it could be poison and Steve wouldn't care. He sits and watches the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life dance alone in the middle of a bare stage. She glides as if every muscle in her body were made …
Black with rage the boy storms the iron-clad beast. His enemy sets his feet in rust spotted sabatons and his legs form a bridge over the unconscious girl. He smiles his rotten tooth smile and crooks his index finger "Come along little doggy," he whispers with a raspy voice. The would-be warrior grunts with effort …
