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Peter was in the desert. He was looking; or rather his eyes were aimed, towards the expanse of exhausting, craggy, red earth and hot blue sk..

“DAMNit! I HATE that song! If I have to survive in this car with no air conditioning and no cold water can we at LEAST turn off that c..

After an hour of driving, the heat and the dryness begin to wear on them both. They had expected to get a break to cool down and drink somet..

Calandra landed, harder than she meant to, near the summit of a 13,000 foot high pile of giant rocks which was the mountain known as Perimet..

Valaharye strode upward through a curving tunnel that ended in a large room, like an empty stone ballroom. The ceiling was made of a single ..

Uminye entered Vahalarye's study and regarded the human. He was alive, barely. She rolled back the curtains he was covered in and sm..

Vahalarye stayed in the Eyrie, looking out across the desert. The sun was almost at its peak, it was the hottest part of the day, but a bree..

When Uminye returned to Val’s study, she found Calandra crouched on the floor against the wall and crying her eyes out. Another gargoyl..

A story about gargoyles and vampires, sorcerers and healers, and a race war that mankind is caught in the middle of.