Writing

Emlis grips his unstrung bow. Purchased with a month of promised labor, it is his greatest treasure. He kicks a

Uroborus has no moon. So, its brightest nights are star lit. Emlis blinks at the twinkling things too far away

The sun beats down on the sweat-drenched back of Emlis Naedan. The tan young man cracks stone with a steel-headed

Purple skin flutters in the wind, stuck to the ribs of a mammoth-sized monster long dead. A vegetable garden circles

Buzzards circle the ruins of bold settlers. With a bare foot, Abel steps on a warm piece of what had

The monsters come, and the man prepares. The road is endless, and Abel Hart steps to its edge. In the