Chapter 4
“Thought held by heart of stone, The Fortress of the mind Shall not be overthrown, Until the hour of decision. Marked by crimson eyes, That desperate desire, What horror beckons The cry of the shrike? A midnight presence,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
>>BIG SIZE<< “Beware meek children, the Raksham fiend. The thing that shimmer in the night, and there slither just out of sight. Curled claws and venom fangs, a jabbing stinger out for children’s eyes. Its meal all meek things beneath[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“When I was young, handsome and foolish I always made it a point of pride to push my luck, to see how far I could go. No better knowing, and even less respect. The less said about most reactions I[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…