Little Eye
The towering halls of Vivessi Thricul were home to great and terrible works of art. Vivessi herself was the artist. She was a flesh sculptor, a blood painter, a composer…
The towering halls of Vivessi Thricul were home to great and terrible works of art. Vivessi herself was the artist. She was a flesh sculptor, a blood painter, a composer…
Eplasseal stepped with lithe strides—with silent tact—moving to the accordance of a hunting predator. He was within a spined suit of white power armour. A crimson tunic hung from the…
‘…I already explained that I don’t have that.’ Said Mazrodros through clenched teeth. ‘I’m sorry, Incubi, um…’ replied the slave behind the desk.‘Mazrodros.’‘I’m sorry, Incubi Mazrodros,’ continued the slave, ‘as I’ve…
There is no room for sentiment in my position. I have always known this. Emotions – fear, wrath, boredom, affection – colour reality. One is blinded by them. My eyes…
'So, Alai Therin Fallstar, ai'elethra of the Eshairr, what say you?'He looked up at the sightless face, the sockets where its eyes should have been puckered, bloody holes. Behind it,…
Speed, adrenaline, the sharp, metallic taste of blood in the air; these were the greatest joys of life in Commorragh. The whining hiss of jetbikes cut through the air, drowning…
The child’s wide and stupid eyes regard Ezurath, its black pupils wet and sparkling in the dim white light.His hand tightens around its thin throat, enough to feel the blood…
As I wake, I find myself embraced by darkness. Where before there was a void, now I am. A consciousness born out of oblivion. I don’t have a name, a…
Do you trust me?Even a few days ago, I’d have sneered at the red-haired alien’s question.Of course, that was before my fellow guardsmen tried to cut my throat.I don’t remember…
Ever since he and his older sister were wrenched from their royal home in the Dark City, IZENZON has suffered a lifetime of indignity. Doomed as pawns to their captor, the Drukhari siblings have grown up as indentured kabalites — prisoner-warriors kept alive only for their political leverage. Despising his enslaver, the dread-Archon SHAVISTÉ, the covetous IZENZON bides his time planning for the day when he can reclaim his birthright. When an opportunity for vengeance finally presents itself through a strange gift, familial bonds will be frayed as a bloody coup begins in the hedonistic Dark City of Commorragh.