Short Story | Fire and Brimstone

She heard a crack as he entered the small clearing, a branch having given way beneath a boot, and his long jacket swept the ground, leaving just the slightest trail in the dirt behind him. She hadn’t been able to see him in the dark, but then again you could rarely see them clearly in the daylight either. She didn’t stir, but simply turned her head to watch him as he sat across the fire from her. Continue reading

Old gods Rising | Short Story

This story was originally created for my patrons over on Patreon, and I’ll really never be able to thank them enough.
On the long conference table lay an array of seemingly random objects, most extravagant in their design and execution, all of them expertly crafted by hands whose work has not been see in this world for many centuries. There was an uncomfortable quiet Continue reading