I couldn’t begin to tell you what terrible trigger for such insanity lies deep in my sub-conscious. Though no doubt some would say that, indeed, it may be some demon of conscience. A deeply buried...

Merrill Hartweiss scales a rocky incline toward Renna. The noon sun bakes the hillside as Merrill’s boots dig into the broiling sands. Yet another gypsy tune enters his head. It starts off slowly. A lone...

Normally, the mortal would be emptied of his soul. His truest essence, which, if the bastard was lucky, would be released to be recycled by the cosmos. The ‘investor’ would then take hold, snuggling in...