The dragon, now fully formed from the chimney smoke was elegant, white, gold and beautiful. She bowed her head and looked into the witch’s eyes. The dragon believing in neither good nor evil was merely serving the balance. It would feel no regret for what it was about to do. The dragon’s eyes smiled. The witch’s eyes smiled back.
Parting the neatly combed moustaches of his dark silver mutton chops, Admiral Cavendish Farlore strode for the high deck to aft of the Martian dreamship. And not just any dreamship either: the Ramses IX, flagship […]
Pragmatic is the Pale Lord
Ruby eyes ablaze with purpose
Sorcery in a pale fist burns
The Lords of Chaos tremble
It is their souls
For which the black blade yearns