To read the previous adventures of Sabine, click here. The story continues below. *** Sabine was trapped between the stink of the metal monstrosity below and the creaking of Jas’s bed above. With palms open
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The Devils in the Jars 3
This is an ongoing tale, catch up on the previous installments here. ♦♦♦ “You may call me Ho Dhram,” the devil croaked as it led the disguised Orsog through the bare stone halls of its
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Scarred in Ink Part 15: Chain of Command
Only days ago, I awoke on an abandoned battlefield with no memory of anything before that moment. The only clue to my identity was the tattoo on the back of my hand of a snake
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Iron & Glass: Episode 14 – Headlong
Our hero and his empress make a desperate gambit against their pursuers. To read the previous installments, click here. We ran. Aeliana kept up beside me, her long strides graceful even in
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Sabine of the Ten Rings: Birds Not of a Feather, Part Two
To read the previous adventures of Sabine, click here. The story continues below. *** Sabine crouched in a patch of overgrown bushes outside Jas of Great Mass’s home and butchery. The harpy, Lenore, had granted
Continue Reading The Devils in the Jars 2
This is an ongoing tale, catch up on the previous installments here. ♦♦♦ Hishine’s clan was shocked when Orsog suggested rescuing their chief’s daughter. They said it was suicide, that nothing could be done, that
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Scarred in Ink Part 14: Consequences
Only days ago, I awoke on an abandoned battlefield with no memory of anything before that moment. The only clue to my identity was the tattoo on the back of my hand of a snake
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Iron & Glass: Episode 13 – A Fox Among Wolves
Read past episodes and catch up on the story here. *** Our hero tests his cunning against a swarm of enemies to rescue his empress.
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The Devils in the Jars 1
The Pool of Imegara was a jewel among highland lakes. It clung to the edge of the mountain and was kept from pouring over a steep precipice by a narrow stone shelf. On the inner
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Scarred in Ink Part 13: Tales and Falsehoods
Only days ago, I awoke on an abandoned battlefield with no memory of anything before that moment. The only clue to my identity was the tattoo on the back of my hand of a snake
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