This was originally an opening PBEM post for my good buddy Tenebrae. It ran for about 20 episodes in the end. You awaken suddenly, dreaming of the woman in white, […]
One 20:36 Thursday, October 26, 1967 Albert Embankment, London Amidst a haze of sodium orange thrown upon the street by the ancient Sturgeon lamps, a young woman stepped smartly through […]
I remember quite clearly the moment when I first realised that the zombies – an entirely inappropriate term but a convenient one – were, for want of a better word, […]
One “A man cannot be more than he is. This is the first truth. Yet, a man must be all he can be. This is the first duty.” Collected Teachings […]
Hunting bumblebees, The fragrance of rosemary! An unburdened youth.
Arcane Engineer The arcane engineer is, at heart, a tinker, a lover of gadgets and gizmoes, obsessed with how things work and how they might be improved, for the benefit […]
You’ve heard of Torchlight; you’ve probably heard it’s a “Diablo clone”. You’ve likely been told it has three similar characters – the grunt, the ranged specialist and the caster. I […]
A Thousand Words Though pictures weigh a thousand words (Just as some poet told us so), I’d spin a yarn that spoke of birds And thund’ry archipelago.
Prologue Eleven o’clock, December 24th, 1834 Dartmoor, Devonshire, England He fell heavily and forwards into the snow, and as his palms stung with the contact he fought an urge to […]
“Hello, Athmeno.” The priest gazed at him with a searching look, calm but penetrating in its intensity. Then it moved across his massive, bare shoulders and his face split in a grin. “They’re not clothing prisoners any more?”
Athmeno cast his eyes down to the linen breeches he wore against modesty, then over to the folded clothing which lay on the bed-slab near the wall, acting as a pillow. “It itches. I figure if I’ve not time enough left, then I shan’t spend it itching, Father.”