It was a blistering summer day. Rylow’s lean, massive frame racked with uncontrollable shivers. He pulled his hood even further over his head and wrapped his cloak even tighter. Rylow would lose the majestic, intimidating effect of a billowing cloak, but on that bright summer day, he didn’t care. It was utterly, bone-chillingly, marrow-freezingly icy. … More The Assassin

One moment I am sound asleep in my bed. The next, I am sinking through my bed and plunging into the floor, as if I am made of water, or nothing at all. Then my stomach leaps out of my mouth and the rest of my body plummets through a dark chasm as black as … More Chasm of Memories