Monarchs Glen

All was silent. The room was a mess that defied description. Whatever had happened here had been violent, extraordinarily violent. Blood coated the walls in dark swaths, bits of torn flesh sticking to the congealing mass. Shattered bone glinted darkly from the remnants of the bodies of men. Unable t...

Horse gone, he had to make the best of it on foot, sticking to the trees and thickets and avoiding the open road. It made no difference, of course; there was no one in these woods except for him. And so he made his way fearfully through the night, stopping and holding his breath at every breaking tw...

Smoke filled their air, and screams filled his head. He could see the flames licking up homes and shops, blackening and eventually cracking stone, charring bones and flesh and wood with equal indifference. Dalen stirred. He didn't know if it was safe to move about yet, and hadn't dared to dig himsel...