GOD INSPIRED ADVENTURE -- THE WRITINGS OF MICK DAWSON
He recognised the woman, although the did not know her name. Her voice sounded younger than her appearance. With matted hair and rheumy eyes, she appeared at least seventy. 567 more words
4 days, 9 hours ago
The face looked ashen, with a bandage slanted, giving a view of a single eye. What little teeth remained in the all but lipless mouth were broken. 485 more words
Togullen stopped by the next statue in the Hall of Heroes. Like the hero the Forgotten One, this one too had bandages covering all exposed areas of his flesh. 488 more words
4 days, 12 hours ago
Togullen quilled, at times, I have trod the poorer quarter late at night. Would be thieves or assassins have bypassed me in search of easier prey. 126 more words
1 week, 1 day ago
Lin Su’s foot followed him, kicking indiscriminately about the body and head as the Forgotten One attempted to roll away. More from desperation, than design, he snatched hold of Lin Su’s right foot, and squeezed. 554 more words
1 week, 3 days ago
The Yacatanese man donned his helmet.
“Lin su is worth any ten Blue River Guardsmen,” said Dehoran.
His body guard drew his sword with the darting of his hand. 506 more words
“What is this?” asked one of the guards.
Both of them raised their axes defensively.
“I am here to see Dehoran,” said the Forgotten One. 508 more words
1 week, 4 days ago