There is a rhythm to the pain. The whips are black arcs, rising like snakes, striking down in turns, biting...

Darkness. I am no stranger to it, for obvious reasons. But this was not my darkness. This was not my...

Skía lopes ahead of me in the night. Darker than the asphalt around her, she weaves between the cargo containers,...

“Stop it.” I fell to my knees, the clang of metal on stone as my battered armour hit the ground....

Thanatos’ wings part around us, the darkness of his embrace giving way to rosy evening light. His arms linger at...