An excerpt from: “In the Wake of Mist” There, before him stood a massive gongberou lumbering from the shadows dripping foam from its ghastly snout. The brute stood three spears tall from foot to crest. The stained bones of men and beast… Read More ›
Books and Blades
My Treasures
I’ve been an enthusiast of the sword ever since the mid 90’s and a lover of books since I was a child. And further pursued these two contradictions in my adulthood. Even when life pitched unrelenting obstacles into my otherwise smooth… Read More ›
To Lands Far Afield... 