The trail went cold three miles outside of Ashby, and Lewis Hale was bleeding again. He pressed two fingers against the gash on his forearm — a hunting knife, close call, closer than he'd had in years — and kept moving through the pine forest at a pace that would have broken a younger man. … Continue reading The Weight of Silver
Monsters
The Promised Land
Kaelar's boots crunched against the parched earth, each step kicking up a small cloud of dust. The elf's keen eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of movement in the desolate landscape. Behind her, Finn struggled to keep pace, his hand never far from the hilt of his sword. Bringing up the rear, Lyra … Continue reading The Promised Land
The Silverfish Scenario
Ugh... Silverfish... Is there a more disgusting thing in all of creation? Probably. But, at the moment, I'm not capable of thinking of one. You know what a silverfish is, right? They're those bugs that basically look like pocket sized alien monsters. I'm sorry, something with that many legs is just unnatural. Last night, prior … Continue reading The Silverfish Scenario
The Confusing Middle 