Monday, June 8, 2015
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
HOLCOMB PRS
I struck the melded metal in the night, and the Holcomb rank out from the dark, ash-spewing crucible... embers falling, temperatures rising... the ether recoiled, Draconian howling filling every chasm in the dark... and I arose, wielding the maven battle-axe of Stevensdoom. She is coming...
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)