For centuries there had been only silence . . . The gateway through worlds known as the Rift, the Black Door, remained still as glass; a pitch-black mirror that when gazed upon showed only the reflection of one’s soul, and the emptiness therein. Throughout the silence the races soundly slept, dreaming of an age past -- a history of horror that slowly faded to legend, and slower yet into myth.... [click here for more]
When all the world is afflicted by the plague, sometimes the greater curse is to be whole.
My given name is Isaac Jameson, but most people know me as the Lifewalker. It is a fitting title. In a world where few men live to the age of twenty five, I wander the Earth alone, watching each generation spring up, bear seed, and pass away with the autumn frost. Yet with each new crop of... [click here for more]