Around the Corner
AgainA bird call echoed in his head.Silas rounded the corner at a sprint, nearly tripping over a discarded lasgun, a dagger gripped in his hand. Its crude leather-bound handle drew…
A Matter of Perspective
We were three bottles down, flushed with kill fever and the thrill of survival. I had reached that peculiar stage of rising euphoria with the longed-for crest still just out…
The Severance Of Asher Kor
Nameless The warband didn’t have a name. They couldn’t conceive of the concept of names. They were World Eaters. Servants of Khorne. They were Khorne’s madness taken to its perfect…