The quiet evening breeze accompanied him. Unseen but felt. A trail of smoke curled up from the half-burnt cigarette on the ashtray on the windowsill. Leon looked out into the evening sky, taking an occasional sip from the mug he was holding. It had been a long season, and with the arrival of Frost,...
Gel’Grandal, 37th of Ash The aroma of sizzling meat filled the air, the rhythmic popping of the meat’s fat on the cast iron skillet. The evolving drizzle outside seemingly tapping in unison. Alexei leaned forward and took a closer look at the meat. When it was evenly golden brown, he turned it stan...