Category Archives: The Novel

Madene’s lips moved in a soundless curse, and she stooped to the ground. In her haste, she came down wrong and fell onto her hands and knees, but soon she was running, then leaping, then flying again. What was keeping … Continue reading →

Quick bounces off two more trees corrected her course, shaking cones down from their branches and disturbing flocks of waxwings that rose and swirled, then settled back to their perches. Madene touched down, leapt up, then spun in the air … Continue reading →

Chapter the Ninth In which the Ultimate Fiend loses his Temper               Madene flew. Maidencraft carried her through the air in long horizontal leaps, as fast as an arrow through the pine savanna of eastern Virgin Soil. Madene could not … Continue reading →

  Mood music The writhing supplicants from the pits of the Kingdoms of Evil wish you a Happy Halloween. We hope you have a horrendous time tonight, and remember, always slaughter responsibly. It is the most profound hope in the … Continue reading →

Freetrick could feel the barbarian’s footsteps as the man lumbered toward him. “I don’t want to fight you!” He shouted, as he scrabbled furiously to pull himself upright. “Fiend!” The barbarian bellowed, “I shall wipe your slime off the skin … Continue reading →

There was a sepulchral cheer from the gathered people. “What the hell was all that about?” Whispered Freetrick, not daring to look at DeMacabre. “A test? You never told me about a test!” “You are in luck, my lord,” DeMacabre … Continue reading →

“Alright, my lord. Now to recite the Covenant.” “Huh?” Freetrick looked at DeMacabre, “I don’t know the Covenant.” “Just the central verses, my lord,” the Duke whispered from between the stretched lips of his smile, “and it does not have … Continue reading →

Freetrick, who wanted to do none of these things, shivered, and turned around to look at the potentates filing through the door behind them. He saw Bloodbyrn, walking with her goblin to a spot on the platform opposite himself and … Continue reading →

Mood Music How was the old man doing it? Freetrick kicked feebly as the priest chanted atonally. Could necromancy give a crazy old man the strength of ten crazy old men? Only as Freetrick’s vision began to dim did the … Continue reading →

Freetrick knew they were getting close to the top of the tower when the crowd in front of them began to compress, turning from procession into crowd. As people in terrible and ridiculous ornamentation backed away to give him and … Continue reading →