Cairbre emerges from the mists, frame bedecked in resplendent splint mail, eerie coils of the inky masses kissing the sharp and sudden angles of aforesaid armatura. A hand removed the veiling of ebon that ravaged his sight, the crystalline cerul’ of his cornea cutting the fog like a hot knife through butter. Propped almost coyly on his shoulder was ( Read more... )

The crescent moon rose in perpetual sepulchre to the day, blurring slightly midst the endless background of ebon that it attempted to consume; edges of opulence eating steadily into the darkness. Not a sound was to be heard, and only the flicker of waning candlelight in the homes of the sleeping offered any sort of company to Xuniira, the slight ( Read more... )

The winds whipped and tore at Gideon’s shirt, the white, laced silk rippling in protest to the incessant tug. He didn’t notice. About him the towers of Tar Valon stained his sight, their great presence pressing upon his ego in a way that usually would incite retribution; retaliation to the irksome masses who inhabited the town, “Cursed light-lovers ( Read more... )

Down the endless twists and turns of the dark, bare streets of Manchester I ran, the faint sound of my assailant’s foot fall echoing within my ears, filling me with the adrenaline needed to carry on. Deep within my chest it burned, oh how it burned when would it end? I could not run forever. Stray rays of the moon’s nocturnal caress flashed across ( Read more... )