Dawn of the Iconoclast: The Little Bridge (8)
Traian walked with measured paces through the city. The evening had dispersed the crowds, leaving the streets hollow and full of settling dust. A bank of…
Dawn of the Iconoclast: Echolalia (6)
Muting Traian’s footsteps upon entry, the woven rug stretched from the vestibule, along the colonnade, and up the stairs to the distant altar. He moved past…
Dawn of the Iconoclast: A Fearsome Dichotomy (5)
The long, nimble finger traced the path of the stream through the forest, a finger attached to a hand that was as deadly as any weapon a blacksmith could…
Dawn of the Iconoclast (3): Forsaken
“I won’t be a part of this any more, Traian!” Bethseba shouted. “I used to believe in you but the last of that belief has been stolen by the crows that shadow…
Dawn of the Iconoclast: A Fearsome Dichotomy
The long, nimble finger traced the path of the stream through the forest, a finger attached to a hand that was as deadly as any weapon a blacksmith could…
Dawn of the Iconoclast: Forsaken
“I won’t be a part of this any more, Traian!” Bethseba shouted. “I used to believe in you but the last of that belief has been stolen by the crows that shadow…
Dawn of the Iconoclast: The Spiderweb Tattoo
Darkness smothered the forest like a heavy, damp pillow as Traian surgically picked his way through the underbrush. The wind was growing stronger, making the…