That Which Takes the Dark

4 a.m., and sleep seemed a thing impossible. The mottled face of the ceiling was like that of the moon, pale and barren, and offering nothing. His eyes moved to the orange strip of street-lamp glow cast across the bedroom wall by the window. He watched the steam from the sewer drains wash and danceContinue reading “That Which Takes the Dark”

bravery falls in the dead of night

When silent lay the caterwauls and wails and deathly faint drop foot-falls ‘cross the floor our hero dwells on all that quest entails and once again he contemplates the door. The lock secure, the wood and screws and nails, could they withstand a battle-axe, or more? Could they hold up when enemies assail? The thoughtsContinue reading “bravery falls in the dead of night”