As a brilliant moon rises we push the boat to the silvery desert shore. We put what provisions we can in packs and begin our journey towards the needle-sharp silhouettes of stark cliffs in the distance beneath a starry sky like I haven’t seen since the far North. “We should make the wastes of Yrizang… Continue reading The Warlord (Part 4)
I awake on a cold slab, with a cool draft passing over my bare chest soaked in frigid sweat. Only the faint glow of a brazier with lowering embers lights the chamber. I sit up. “You won.” Says the Warlord, his gravelly voice echoing in here. He sits in a throne-like chair on a stone… Continue reading The Warlord (Part 3)
As I wake, the Warlord and his demoniacs stand over me in a warm tent with animal-skin walls that stretch taut with the impact of sub-freezing winds. “You are lucky to survive the venom of a witch’s blade.” the Warlord tells me. “Making the Pact very likely saved you. The Dark Powers would rather you… Continue reading The Warlord (Part 2)
Everywhere, they called him the Warlord. In some lands he was Eshlaru in others, Issaraym, in others still, Kirnavir. No one knew from where he came. He had a visage marred by strange scars, his scalp always shaved bare; for they said his hair would not grow upon the scars. Some say in a lifetime… Continue reading The Warlord (Part 1)
Part 5 of Giovanni Dannato's mini novella, Apostasy.
Part 4 of Giovanni Dannato's mini-novella, Apostasy.
Part 3 of Giovanni Dannato's mini-novella, Apostasy.