#thepathisdusty

It wasn't the concept that made him uneasy. And it wasn't the fact that he couldn't see. It was the feeling of nothing beneath his feet. Ri had done this countless times before, but every single time made

Brior’ador stared at the light blue gelatins mass, not very sure what to do. It didn’t move very fast; just an inch at a time. It jiggled it’s translucent girth, making Ri either want to laugh or puke,

Brior’ador stepped out onto the cold dungeon floor. The dusty stone bricks looked ancient, much before his time. The dim light of the torches along the hall was barely enough to see by, much less to track

The loud booming of the bork’s footfalls rumbled the earth beneath their feet. Since when had the borks traveled this far east? Not since Don or Lucinda’s great-great-great-great-grandfather had been there

Don drew his sword with a metallic cling. Motioning for Lucy to get behind him, he never took his eyes of the dark-cloaked figure before him. The stranger glanced into the bush whence he had come. Doing

Don and Lucinda Getts were to leave on the Kight Road. It wound its way down and through the valleys and forests to the south, going through many towns and cities. There were rumors that it led as far