Character Sketch :: Hollow Man"Roll up, roll up! Come see the grotesque, those human curiosities where nature has gone awry! See the Hollow Man, born without a heart and left with a gaping cavity where it should be! He's no 'gentle giant,' but be thankful he hasn't the heart to care enough to rip off your arms! This way, this way..."A fine sell. Quietly hunched over behind the curtain backstage, he listened and gave a single, approving nod. A fine sell, even if it was entirely untrue.He had a heart. Place a hand on his malformed ribs, and you could feel it. He had lungs and organs as well, they only sat slightly differently in his body. That much he could say
Character Sketch :: EuchariahSuch a shame. The words echoed around him like a cloud of smokeinsincere condolences belched from lips that ran like a malfunctioning machine: always followed by a click of the tongue, a head shake, and a repetition.Tsk, tsk. Such a shame. He could have been such a handsome man.Perhaps it was true. More than likely it was. After all, The Man Upstairs had never been particularly unfortunate to look at. He stood tall, often head and shoulders over anyone native-born, but not as a wisp of a thing. No, he wasn't the sort of man that could be said to be carved of stone, but rather wound like a heavy rope. Long, tight, strong
Wild Hunt :: LongmaLike any good story, this one does not begin where it began. It does, however, begin where it endsat a funeral.The village was not particularly big. Rather, it was frightfully small, and just as frightfully remote. That said, it was little surprise that every denizen turned out for something so important as the funeral of a good man.and it truly was each and every one: every man, woman, and child; every son, brother, and father; every maiden, mother, and crone. It was said even the dogs followed at the heels of their masters, even the songbirds gathered in the trees, and the livestock unable to free themselves from their pens
Eternal Exile :: Chapter 1A Rude AwakeningCold.It was the first thing he felt. no. No. That wasn't quite correct. It was the first thing of which he was aware.Cold. Smooth. Stale. Some distant sort of understanding, yet without truly feeling it.Any of it.He groaned, the sound wet, clinging to the damp walls around him. There was something wrong, though, about that sound so unfamiliar Eyelids sticking together, presumably from the residue of sleep, he finally managed to pry them apart. Then, after a moment of darkness, his vision slowly returned: grainy, dull around the edges, too bright at the center. He waited for it