The Thorned Rose
The fingernails he runs across my thigh are tipped with neurotoxin. Yet I do not tense. I run my hands through his hair wearing rings that could slice him in…
The fingernails he runs across my thigh are tipped with neurotoxin. Yet I do not tense. I run my hands through his hair wearing rings that could slice him in…
Paying the Sky Warriors’ Due was no simple task. From their village it was a five-day trek across shattered cliffs and brackish jungle rivers. Besides the terrain, there were stranglevines,…
Shepseskaf loomed over the dusty red sands as they slowly swallowed the bodies of the fallen. Articulated legs scuffed the rock beneath him as he waited, impatiently, for a report.…
The clouds burned as God forced its way through the atmosphere. He watched with awe, she watched with fear. He was Quinnus, Magus of the Congregation of the Exalted Sun, and she was Arbites Helena, of Cambridge Hive, 3rd Precinct.
Once more, Rulf rotated the blade in his hand, weighing the merits of murder. The medic ran a finger down the engraving on the hilt, ‘Suffer No Xeno,’ and rapped…
Created by potrace 1.16, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2019 Silver-paved queues, divided across three ornate wooden stands by Nightweave silk, covered the hall and filtered us all through. I was…
Zu’lasa Craftworld, Eldar: There is no information on this lost Craftworld in Imperial records other than the fact that it once existed. -Ordo Xenos records, known xenos gatherings +++ +Suranas, 657.2 Years…
+++ I +++ Pyotr Alexei Raskolnikov – Raskol, to those who cared to know – hadn’t always had a secret patch of the lightless deep void to himself. Out here, lying…
Art by Noah Miller +++ THE BOY +++ The rumors started slow and built like a landslide, until panic gripped the streets. PDF satellites detected an object: a massive, lumbering derelict,…
She ran as fast as her young legs could take her, her shadow that clambered before her slowly shrinking as the distance grew between her and the burning village behind.…