by Jim Stitzel | May 1, 2017 | Stories
Olivia hits the ground with a sickening crunch, but she barely feels it. Her vision is swimming, her ears ringing, and it takes her a moment to realize she’s landed left hip on the pavement, her arms supporting her upper torso. Her jaw throbs with a dull ache,...
by Jim Stitzel | Apr 28, 2017 | Stories
The child sits at the base of the tree, silently weeping. Her arms are crossed over her upraised knees, her face buried in her arms. Tears fall from her cheeks, staining her pants and the soil on which she sits. A few even land on the tree roots. A gentle touch on her...
by Jim Stitzel | Apr 7, 2017 | Stories
It soared out of midnight, all gas envelope and aerosolized Nightmare, propelled by only God knows what. It carried a tiny bomber bay, loaded with a lethality that would have made any nation quake to its roots, if any knew it existed. The airship was black as night...
by HSAR | Apr 4, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 16 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeOrthael watched the child raise her weapon to point at him, felt the Judgement shiver slightly in recognition. Through it, the All-Consumer whispered of times long past, when demigods and archangels had come to...
by Jim Stitzel | Apr 4, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 18 of 35 in the series The Rusted Blade“Orthael!” she spat. “Protector of life, servant of the All-Consumer.” Her voice dripped disdain. “Summoned by a local parish, no doubt.” Orthael nodded. “To protect...
