roberto

Endings are usually not foreseen. And this one was no exception. I suppose there was an inkling. If I had paid the appropriate attention the signs were all there. I had seen Jaden I had not seen Daenyra. Daenyra’s house behind my house was now owned by Deammona a gargoyle. I was drinking...

It was dark and rainy. It was about noon and as dark as dusk. The occasional stab of bright light as lightning arced across the sky followed by rolling thunder marked the minutes. I paced up and down the great hall. Inaction wasn’t foreign to me. But three days of this weather had me...

His mighty axe swung side to side. The head of the demon spun off in the general direction of the axe at the point of connection. Foul demon blood gushed and soaked into his green tabard, and splattered across his gleaming green helmet. A giant hand grabbed him from behind and pulled him up...

It was the height of summer, and ungodly hot in Dragon Stone. Fortunately the house sits at a point and a cool breeze was running off the river. Pie was paying the piano. Outside I could hear the shrik, shrik, shrik of the gardeners sheers cutting grass around the edge of the house...