Jack slammed me against the moldy hull of the vessel. His antique knife pressed tightly against my throat and I felt it pass through the first two layers of skin. Had it been only us I would have wasted no time turning that blade on his bowels, but the bastards had my sisters. They were… READ MORE
Skyir’s stomach ached. She had run out of food and drink two days earlier, but she still reached into her satchel instinctively. Three smooth stones rolled through her fingers. She hated them, what they stood for, but she needed them. “Now is not the time, girl. You have come too far to stop now,” she… READ MORE
The Saradacathan are perhaps the most vicious of all Ukathi – their small frames deceptively unassuming and their permanently affixed vacant expressions indicating cognitive absence, concealing their uncanny cunning nature. Even in death they remain completely silent, lips sealed flatly and eyes wide open, they show now fear or worry or joy or anger. Most… READ MORE
