Thursday, February 19, 2009

Jarel

"the red-haired giant motions you to sit with him at the fire. 'I am Jarel,' he says. 'What do you want from me?'"

Friday, February 13, 2009

ghosts of Cener Druids

"Shadowy shapes wreathed in mist are swirling around the pines like phantoms in a dream."

Thursday, February 5, 2009





"His directions prove accurate and by mid-morning you find yourself on a ridge that overlooks the ford and its cluster of derelict mining huts."

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Ciquali

"Suddenly a dozen webbed hands slap over the sides of the boat and six ghoulish, dome-shaped heads rise from the river. Their mottled throat sacs puff and slacken fitfully as these creatures clamber over the gunwales and launch their attack."