The Executioner’s Lover

I was in love with an executioner, for a time; dark, and sombre, he was, his eyes all gloom and poetry. I’d watch their blackness fold under his long lashes as he smoked a cigarette through tender fingers, wondering if those he felled ever looked back over their shoulders to perceive his melodic gaze. WhenContinue reading “The Executioner’s Lover”

The Armoured Death and The Dragon Obsidian I: Parting As Friends

Elsdeth heard of the iron champion long before he arrived in the kingdom, his reputation a bard’s song on the wind. He had many names—the Black Giant, the Forged Knight, Scourge of Warriors, Wolf Lord–but the Armoured Death was what most folk called him, and as Elsdeth knew him thenceforth, until she learned of hisContinue reading “The Armoured Death and The Dragon Obsidian I: Parting As Friends”