They stood upon rust-colored ground in a liminal space. Overhanging crags and shattered boulders filled it farther than the eye could see along its longest axis.
Roiling plumes, flecked by coursing shapes like obsidian shards, swam about a striated stony pathway. Dusky glows seeped through the encroaching clouds.
Faint primal impulses flooded Urzen. They called him to stand. To clench his fists. To bellow, stalk, hunt until he found prey worth the killing!
Hello, readers mine! Today I’ve started on line-edits for The Necromancer and the Reaping Spear. The total number of preview chapters will be greater this time, partly due to chopping a couple of over-long ones in half, partly because I’m going to share two that I previously didn’t. Each preview chapter I post will arrive […]