The room was silent around him as he sat in what he'd started to jokingly call the "Hall of Heroes". The beers sat in the cooler, waiting for Cloud to wander in as his eyes fell on the brass plate that bore the writing "Bob Keel - The Nightstick". Solomon leaned back in the chair, spinning Lucky Number Seven across his knuckles as he did so. The ( Read more... )

OC: Author's note - Imagine the scenes below with the voiceover of Solomon and Gypsy. Her sections of the lyrics are bolded. Thankee - Mgmt ( Read more... )

All he'd known as he drove to Tampa was that he needed the space that the open road would give him, the roar of the engine underneath him and the feeling of the air rushing past him. It always struck him, some more reasonable part of his mind noted, how it felt like flying - that last step to mastery of his other ruling arcana that he'd not been ( Read more... )

Noel had been kind enough to grant Solomon one of the spare rooms for his project, and it had been a simple expenditure from EPIC's accounting office to get the display case, plaque, and mannikin. As Solomon stepped back, he glanced down to look at the words engraved on the bronzed plaque, in flowing script "Bob Keel", and underneath that the ( Read more... )

The snickering of the Roma woman behind him did nothing to ease the brass band pounding it's way through his skull, or the contractions of his muscles as he heaved again; the undigested rum being expelled by his immune system. His rather convoluted physiology didn't care that the three empty bottles of the 94 proof rum was as much for his benefit ( Read more... )

So who wants to do me a favor and make the Solomon Kane wiki?

Jake 

He felt the  surge of adrenaline go through him as he read the email, and slowly fought down the need for fire and rage from within him as he read it again.

A third time, to be certain he fully understood the words he was seeing. His vision clouded red, and he could feel the spiritual fire ignite over his skin and face as he reached for the keyboard ( Read more... )

Gatewardens: The Nameless

Approval Number: USA-SE-LA-0704-72049

"Do you the devil's work?" - Michael Moorecock, "Von Bek"

The loud rapport of a gunshot; a scream, and then it is over. A loved one, a friend, a colleague, is gone and the only remaining person that stands to remember them has a choice to make. Do they, as an Awakened being, let go of ( Read more... )

His arm and the right side of his face hurt like hell, but the blessed power of Jack Daniel's was quickly resolving that. As the awakened warrior looked along the length of his bruised purplish and black arm, he could only muse at what the thing had been that had attacked him - the same one that had hit Gypsy and Ethan earlier in the week. All  ( Read more... )

The smell of roasting meat filled through the house as the small cluster of mages watched the fire in the pit downstairs sputter and stand defiant against the sudden Floridian rain. The cook-out had quickly become a cook-in, beers and cigars out on the lawn being traded in for beers and video games inside. For a moment... it was just a bunch of ( Read more... )