Castelmore just might be the second most ruthless man I’ve ever met. There is a tinge of old bravado in him, but the wit is a dull blade pushed in by the blunt force of excessive brutality. His is the mien of a man who has opted for force so many times that an old… Continue reading Chasing the Golden Herring
I heave myself conspicuously, tensing my arms and then drooping my shoulders powerlessly; it is very important for me to be small, be defeated and helpless now. Humans desire affirmation, and it is clear from every gesture, the very presence of Bungisgan, that he is much too occluded to read any but the most blatant… Continue reading Lies and Illusions
The day is short and halfway gone already as you start your chores. You have plenty to do as you hurriedly write the first entry to your planned dream diary and at the same time you try to ponder how you should approach the problem at hand, Bungisgan and figuring out who he is. After… Continue reading A Monstrous Introduction
The voice in my head penetrates the vision and brings me down to my senses. “This vision is our chance. We can draw the acolytes in it for a while, pull their inexperienced wits to this dream. They can escape of course, but it takes a while and thus gives us a moment to move.”… Continue reading Fatal Choices
You would be a brave man, Derak, if it was not utter, uncaring nihilism driving you forward. Your heart barely beats as you step into the shadows. Actually… you stop at the entrance to the Shalmali sanctum as the insight hits you. Nihilism, no feeling of fear? This, more than nothing else, makes you feel… Continue reading The Climax begins
I am stunned beyond belief with this discovery. In the back of my head I have felt that I will not see another civilized man after my company had left me. Seeing this poisoned, assassinated man is like a blow across my face. Who could it be, here across the known world?
Derak in the Scarlet City 