Winter had not gone away. It had retreated inside the mountain, ready to leak out as autumn died.

Jake passed through an invisible curtain into the stink of death.

A life wasted. A lifetime of no life at all.

They lay there to rot as the war raged around them, over them, on top of them.

It’s been an hour and yet nothing. No water to be found. What secret lies here?

Ash falls from the sky and swirling mists dominate the night. Evil has won. This is the Final Empire under the Lord Ruler’s tyrannical booth

I kicked a rock over the edge and it clattered downward endlessly.

I dunked my head under and looked around me to find the beast. Saltwater stung my eyes as I gazed into the blurry darkness.

I turned and kicked off of the cliff as hard as I could, leaping out into nothing.

Joe Abercrombie writes his ugly world in such a beautiful way and I look forward to reading more.

Twilight ruled here, and the creatures of night kept the order in this world.

The sound rose up from the reeds and the mud, calling me back to the marshland.

I have been cast out. None shall sing my name. I will fade into nothing in this wretched place.

Five middle-aged rockers sit down for a Dungeons and Dragons campaign with a hilariously twisted dungeon master at the helm.

I’m going to write what I want to write.

It was me they wanted. They came for me but they took you because I ran. I took off like a coward.

As a writer, you should always strive to improve your craft. The best way to do so is to read.

“Next time you have a furball, let me know so I can clean it up.”

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Choking dust clogged his nostrils. His back ached. His body was sore from weeks in the saddle with only the hard ground bed down on.