-Welcome, stranger… The giant snake said, hissing a long, threatening sound. -How can I help you?
-You can’t, Sir Rodrik shouted. -You’ll be dead before night falls.
The snake looked at him with curious eyes. The little night was armed with a sword, but didn’t seem like much.
-Others have tried before you, little knight, she hissed with venomous friendliness -I’ll be happy to accompany you in your little quest for fortune.
Sir Rodrik forced his horse forward, as it nervously struggled…
The cave was tall and dark, and he was waiting for some sign of life. There was nothing. After a while he said a loud “hello”.
There was no answer. Hello, he said again. Do have any food to spare?
“We don’t give at the doorsssssss” He heard from the darkness.
“The liquid is more toxic than ever. There’s hardly life left. No life , no food. I’m starving!”
Thung too a deep breath. “Come out, or I’m coming in.”
He wasn’t sure if it was a hiss of fear or laughter. His whip hand rolled out, and he took a step forward. Another. A third. He entered the cave.
“Hisssssss….” He heard it closer… (more)
He was waiting for his father. His Dad. One of the hunters.
The swift machines came gliding through the big opening they called the Gape.
One day he would be a hunter himself, he thought. One day, when he was proven worthy.
Another machine came by, yet another could be seen in the sky.
The little planes came through, in from the world outside, the Vast. One by one they flew by. His father was not among them.
The sun went down…
-It’s coming this way! Jerome the bell-ringer was shouting, almost screaming, his heart beating wildly. -Please, God! Help us!
Father Juan was staring towards the horizon. They had heard the rumours. A monster. Centipede body, mantis eyes. Big as a mountain. Destroying villages, castles and cities along its way.
-Only one thing can save us now… Come, follow me!
Jerome hurried after the priest as he ran down the stairs of the clock tower. They entered the door to the private chambers. A staircase went deep down underneath the cathedral cellars, a staircase Jerome never knew existed. At the end of a long corridor rusty hinges shrieked as the priest pulled an old door open.
The room was dark and humid, smelled of rot and dirt. The light from the fire torch fell on a small crystal box in a corner. The book inside was old, very old. It had strange marks on it, runes and symbols. Unholy…
A lonely paradise
in the darkest groves
Come to me, come…
I made the sketch and draft for this many years ago, and it’s been…
Joe’s head hurt more than usual. What happened last night? Where had he been, what had he done? He was hoping he’d never find out. No news were good news.
He turned his head. A woman was lying beside him. Pretty. Too pretty. Definitely a whore, there’s no way she’d be here for free. He looked around. He seemed to be in some cheap motel somewhere. At least he hadn’t brought her home.
I’m too old for this shit, he thought to himself.
His bladder was about to explode, so he pulled himself together and got out of bed. It hurt. Every muscle, every bone. His mind. His mind hurt like hell, and the room was spinning.
He went out into the bathroom, and sat down on the loo. He sat there for a while. Images flashing by, memories of yesterday. Girls laughing. Him dancing on the table.
Too old, he thought. Too fucking old.
He pulled a sheet from the paper roll, started folding it. A sound. He looked down between his legs.
A rat. (More)