Ivan Part Three
“Well,” Ivan tipped back the last of his ale, bitterly chugging the disgusting drink just to feel the hint of a buzz. “I’m ready to see...
Poveglia, Part Three
The Witch, a fact that was only confirmed when she waved her sand-coated defender away, walking slowly up to Paolo with an unreadable...
Horror Haiku One
Some small poetry I composed while working on the Broken Gods series. Enjoy! Father of Flesh Courting nightmares, Flesh bends its...
Ivan, Part Two
“Cursed?” Ivan repeated the word, his voice low and even. “Yes,” an older woman seated at a table with three older men piped up, her grey...
Lost Tombs, Part Five
I chose to crack open another flare and follow along the walls to make certain I wasn’t missing any other passages, slowly running my...
Ivan, Part One
Ivan pushed open the inn’s door, a heavy piece of oak that was heavily lacquered and engraved with a holy cross. He noted idly the...