Making Sense of Spit in the Wind
The days were a blur of sand, wind, and sketchy accomodations. Though he had a notepad filled with notes on soldier after soldier, Capt Dogra wasn’t sure he’d…
Year One to Present
Meanwhile back in the year one, Gavin lay resolutely on the altar, surrounded by the runes and offerings. He would go back. He would return. Narsa urged him…
It's Back
“...I’m a tiger when I want love. I’m a snake when we disagree...” Why can I never get that song out of my head? It ain’t exactly the best thing to be…