By David C. Daoust The ghoul had lurched out into the torchlight but moments before… Some sort of undead thing. There was no part of Khadory that did not want to lash out at the monstrosity. The undead creature that simply should not be. The ghoul lunged and Khadory gave ground. The boy swung his…
By David C. Daoust Stairs. A spiral of stairs heading ever upwards. Chantilles was back in that tower. She had not quite pieced it all together yet. Images invaded her thoughts as she climbed ever upwards. She knew she lost the cross, it flew from her hand, but she could not quite remember why it…
We have a store now! We have a new setup now! I decided it was time to upgrade the old site. This setup will be better for mobile users… more malleable, I think. Today, I sat down, like, ‘pshht, I totally got time to write this week’s post!’ I opened photoshop and started doodling the…
By David C. Daoust The hog just lay there. It unceremoniously, and without real reason, fell over dead. This happened after Chut’s dear friend, Chantilles, was knocked into the deep dark hole. Chut felt relieved that the dead thing decided to play along with the facts. Spriggans did not really like the undead. Death itself…