The metallic fast-paced tunes of the fiddles, the flutes and the lutes took flight within The Drunkard’s Colic, coursing through the air to give the seedy tavern a surge of concentrated energy. It spread like wildfire amongst the merry patrons who gathered to the main floor like a turbulent wave, boisterously dancing and cheering to …
Loot Mule – 01
The chime of a wind-beaten bell rang softly through the dense smog, which clung to the Mistweave Canal’s surface. A boat, narrow and flat in shape, silently skimmed the shallow waters; helmed by a figure muffled under a thick cloak which draped his body and hooded his face, shielding him from the cold dead air. …
Cornucopia – 01
But nettles are not to be tolerated. They settled the question on which I had been turning my back for so long, and one fine August morning, when there seemed to be nothing in the garden but nettles, and it was hard to believe that we had ever been doing anything but carefully cultivating them …
Loot Mule – Prologue
“We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.”― H. P. Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu Under the gloaming and amongst the rocky slopes of the glacier-scoured wetlands, an upturned wagon lies partially submerged in the pulpy moss—its …
