Man and the Last God

One was there to witness, just as before when the last god had died. Emerging discreetly from his screen of trash, he crept near to the c...

Above the feculent carnage, a rudiment of brilliance levitated. Nascent still, nebulous in contour, it illuminated the quiesced rows and dwe...

Into the horde a selcouth presence came, with candent wrath, with reckless purpose. It skirred into the thousand manes, like a dengue, winno...

He did not get far before she appeared to him, a ruck of silhouettes that coalesced through the firelit dim. But she was no longer the God...

From a specific distance, the igneous bloom of Elesarp revived a very old memory: Light low on the horizon, smudged by charcoal clouds and a...

The Panoptes of Elesarp was trammeled in her own web. Sedulous she had culled together her host, sucked the surviving life from their limp...

Ask a man: What is patience? If he is young, then to him patience is a willful tolerance. An inconvenience, no different than the patience...