Writings of a wandering mind
Posted By Mike in Fantasy Fiction
Stars shone like scattered diamonds across a black velvet sky while the soft rasp...
There was an energy of anticipation. The already nervous and jittery motions of...
Suspended in the indeterminate darkness, hung stalactites and flecks of Flickermold...
Losing in the arena usually means death. Killing the people’s champion much the same. Somehow the heroes must walk a delicate tightrope, appease a bloodthirsty crowd and survive long enough to find a solution.