by Jim Stitzel | Dec 30, 2019 | Stories
This entry is part 24 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeAt last Malika leaned away from the stranger, shrugging off his embrace like a cloak. She wanted her pain, needed it in order to do what must be done. She reached down and plucked Morduth from the ground where...
by Jim Stitzel | Dec 26, 2019 | General
I’m tired tonight. Depressed, even. Just as I was yesterday. I feel run low, laid out on the tarmac of life to be run over by monsters of my own devising and picked apart by mythical birds of prey. My flesh feels torn, my heart rent in two, my mind dampened and...
by Jim Stitzel | Dec 26, 2019 | Stories
This entry is part 23 of 35 in the series The Rusted Blade“Who be you,” Malika whispered once more, her head leaning still against the stranger’s chest. “Orthael you may be. Paladin you may be. But you be not like the others who would have come...
by Jim Stitzel | Dec 23, 2019 | Stories
It’s been raining for two days straight, and I’m afraid to go out. I’ve seen what those torrents do to people who venture outside. Cascades of water sweep down the street, and the rain itself is dangerous as hell. I have cabin fever. We all do. But...
by Jim Stitzel | Dec 20, 2019 | Stories
This entry is part 21 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeMalika was suddenly overwhelmed by the cleansing intent and purity of Flame. It flowed through and over her like an all-consuming heat — and as it did, it drew much of the pain and fury from her slight...
