Death of a mortar lorry

“You joining us, Shana?” Shana slowed her pace as the Viathan Warrior drew level with her. Red sand billowed up from the trucks enormous wheels and clung to her sweat-slicked skin. “We’re going after The Turpins”. Angela Dike gestured to Norm to slow down so she could speak. “Gonna show them you can’t chase down […]

Show her the Ropes

Angela Dike took a deep breath and pushed open the door to Dexter’s.   After the glare of the noonday sun, the bar was gloomy and dark. Shards of glass crunched under her feet. “Beg your pardon,” she said as she barked her shin on something hard. She heard a throaty chuckle. “Stand still for […]

Stand and Deliver

Shana Gomez grumbled. Great gouts of black smoke shot skyward from the engine compartment. Soot and grease, oil and sand, all mixed on the windshield. “Goddamnit,” she swore, as she leaned out of the Blaster’s ruined side door. Her face was soon black with oil and gritty with dust, but at least she could see […]

From our Firelight Correspondent

This story originally appeared in the Darkwind Gazette Firelight is a forbidding place. For many, the very name is synonymous with Hell on earth, the Inferno as envisaged by Dante or Hieronymous Bosch, a Ragnarok where the dead stalk the land and the fires of Judgement Day spew forth from a blasted landscape. To the […]