by Jim Stitzel | Apr 4, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 17 of 35 in the series The Rusted Blade“I ask you again,” Malika said. “Who be you, and how be it you come to be here, just at this very moment? Be you a final test, holy man or not, to confirm my resolve, to baptize me in the fire...
by Jim Stitzel | Apr 4, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 15 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeMalika brought Morduth up so it pointed at the newcomer. Blue flame flared up bright and tall along the blade’s length, spilling over the hilt and onto her hand and wrist. She didn’t notice. All her...
by Jim Stitzel | Mar 28, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 14 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeMalika wiped away the tears from her eyes with the palm of one hand and gracefully rose to her feet, turning to face the newcomer. “Be you friend or foe?” she asked. “Morduth insists you be...
by Jim Stitzel | Mar 27, 2017 | Stories
Jimmy set his lunch down on the break table and plopped down in a chair, heaving a huge sigh. “Man, what a day,” he said, picking up his sandwich and taking a bite. “Uh…” Frank said, looking at Jimmy then glancing quickly away to catch...
by Jim Stitzel | Mar 24, 2017 | Stories
“There is blood in the rain,” stated the Deep One, matter-of-factly. He stood at the deck railing, staring out over the city spread out below. “What do you mean, sire?” Kolster asked, looking up at the imposing figure looming over him....
