Murciél's Madrigal
You travel along the rocky country path, awash with the gold and yellow glows of late sunset. You see no sign of civilisation on the horizon, and sigh wearily. You hoped you might find an inn or other such shelter before sundown. Now you trudge on,...
The Vortex
The minutes fell by with every flash of deep neon and shrill streetlights through the windows of the train carriage. The strobing light show of the skyline made the pain behind his eyes throb ever more viciously, yet the lion slouching in the seat...