His Mother’s Eyes

His Mother’s Eyes   Green flame roared to life engulfing Shefa. It didn't burn but in his panic, he screamed anyway. The flames died down and he found himself standing in a place he hadn’t visited for half a lifetime, the rookery where he was hatched. He was unformed, he stared at the room from… Continue reading His Mother’s Eyes

…they were home.

The Lorians were a long way from their homeland but as soon as killing started, they were home. These men were built for war, conceived in war and suckled at the tit of combat. Their helms did not shine in the moonlight, their breastplates did not glimmer beneath the stars. Muted greys made flesh look… Continue reading …they were home.