Age of Worms

Vogol is smart boy. Father, well father, may he rot in darkness, was not nice man. This man had big hands, thick like tree trunks and hard like rocks. Those big hard hands feature in so many memories Vogol always starts with them. Vogol’s father came from far away and this […]

Ah, ye young’uns don’t know nuthin’ ’bout adventurin’. Back when I were
a girl, in the old mining town of Diamond Lake, we had a REAL
adventure. ‘Twas me and a couple of kids from the town, headed out to
the Whisperin’ Cairn. A fearsome place, we knew a boy who went there
and was never […]