Gnolls… never underestimate Gnolls. Especially after the apocalypse.
*No sooner do I decide my next writing project, my work schedule fills up with serious commissions. Ah well, “The best laid plans…” Too much work is a nice problem to have, particularly for an artist. Here’s chapter two of the Post Apocalyptic fantasy, currently titled “The Grim Fall.” Two: Tracks The snow stopped on the way back to Black Sands. Hunched against the cold, dragging the sledge, Addas was too busy not breaking a leg to notice the exact when. The ridge trail though the pass was treacherous at the best… Read More
Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy. Figured I’d try this on you guys, see if you liked it. Oh, and Happy Easter to K. Coble. – This is for her. 😉 Prologue: to Conjure Destiny Ragnarok. Twilight of the Gods. Whom the Gods destroy they first make mad… but when Gods purpose their own annihilation, what lunacy preludes that ruin? What malefic visions birth gibbering deicide? Ragnarok… the end of all things. It was an end, yes. But not final. A conclusion, not a consummation. No one remembers how it began, only that the savagery raged… Read More