by Jim Stitzel | May 18, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 6 of 12 in the series Market of the MacabreHe licks his lips in anticipation, ignoring the searing pain of his torn tongue and the coppery taste of blood in his mouth. Carefully he reaches forward with both hands and takes hold of the box, gripping...
by Jim Stitzel | May 21, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 7 of 12 in the series Market of the MacabreHe dips his finger into the smoke, and it clings to his flesh like tar, even as tatters billow up and swirl around his hand. He lifts his hand to his face once more, inhaling the smoke in one long stream....
by Jim Stitzel | May 21, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 8 of 12 in the series Market of the MacabreHe resists the voices, even as they wrap around him. He fights but is soon overwhelmed. There are simply too many of them. He feels them clawing at his mind, dragging at his psyche, pulling him down into...
by Jim Stitzel | May 23, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 9 of 12 in the series Market of the MacabreThe smoke merchants pace along the streets of the Market. The cowls of their grey cloaks are pulled up over their heads, obscuring their features. Everyone who comes to the Market maintains a level of...
by Jim Stitzel | Jun 3, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 10 of 12 in the series Market of the MacabreOne of the merchants produces the sigil, wrapped in cloth, from an inner pocket of his robe, and sets it in the Priest’s waiting hand. The box follows immediately. Wisps of smoky vapor puff upward...
