The Spit of Mool
Steel and stone wriggle in the dark. A vibration shivers through a broad, blind surface. The vibration fades. Then again: zzzzzzzz. Almost soundless, ...
The Sewer Under Khoroduhn
In March the rain always falls heavily on Khoroduhn. For the rest of the year, the mountain town matches the cool, arid climate around The Lake of Tom...
The Funeral on the Road of Graves
The eye of a specialist murderer squints, blinkless, from the dappled head of a painting of a horse. The eye is attached to a murderer’s body, in a bl...
The Graveside Inn
> “Of the means and motives of necromancy much is written. > “Of the ends, none discerns.”
The Walkers of Whiteeye
A rumble shakes the air. It swells up the jagged hills, wrings the bristles of the firs. It ripples across the surface of pools. It scatters the fleec...
The Three Guests
> “I stepped out from a garden of tall roses, where the thorns cut my skin. > “I walked, my cracked cup knight, for I know not how long.
The House of Maze
> “Kill it!” > “The sticky-pawed fiend.”
The Ghost Factory
Albino Fish’s Way The thrum and purr of street torches, and the gleaming faces of Middlemoss’s mausoleums that are homes, with their doric jugulars, ...
The Soul-Sense
The endless Road of Graves rolls before you and your Blue Lady. An unwound cobblestone yarn. The epitaphs on each stone stand out with oddly sharp tex...
The Duel
> Must you entertain this stranger-knight? > Wallcrest, he names himself. His plates are made from horse leather. A knight errant, of The Leather Drag...
The Temple of Lady Horsehair
> “Old marble cellars trim the front, > “That Temple to the goddess dead,
The Hypnotist of Yellowmoor
The Nightmare of the Honey Locust > The stones of The Road sink like soft turf under your sabatons. Each one recedes slowly into the mortar, each sto...
The Tower of Silence
> The city wakes already, though the light of the slate-colored sun has yet to drop over the ravine’s crooked lip. All the white marble roofs are stil...
The Old Soulwood
> “No ill. I mean you no ill, enormous hunter. I am (or was) a Lady. I carry no edge to lay into your thick fur. > “Please, stay upon your bed of need...
The Canopy of the Ents
The thicket wriggles and squeezes. From the left. From the right. Above. Under your sabatons, the bark of the arch tree buckles and squeaks. Two paths...
The Tunnel of the Stillbreather
> “Do you know, knight; I thought I saw my daughter again. > “It was this morning, before I woke. I saw the first angling sheet of slate light sliding...
The Coffin Rollers
A bright white light crackles sideways through a cataract of wind. You only catch the blush of the light, its blush against the land. The dark epitaph...
The Harridan's Moon
The dew on the grassy moor serves as a bristling mirror to the face of the midnight sky. The moon looks down at its hirsute reflection on the wavery f...
The Alsoburg Siege
The rattle of chains moving around a gear fades slowly higher and higher. Presently, you can hear once more your Blue Lady’s wood thrush voice. > “For...
The Scarab Mine
Whomp. Clang. Whomp. Clang. Upon the grassy hummock, above the mine’s mouth, two veins of euhedral lead shine raw under the sky.
The Stone Cocoon
Three thousand years back, this pasture presents a different aspect. Before the graves and the dying, the land is ruled by an uncounted number of king...
The Sisterhood of the Yellow Smile
Roots curl like a clutch of newborn snakes between the manifold oaks of The Buried Forest. The roots have pried apart the epitaph stones of The Road o...
The Weaponmaster
> “Now we once more stand with weapons drawn, old master, old student, tense for a final skirmish. > “You, another among many students come to re-hono...
The Court of the Leather Dragon
Where lies The Road of Graves? Nowhere in the scope of your sight. For miles around there is only the wide wrinkled, rippling, periwinkle-blue of the ...