Tag Archives: Necromancer and Barbarian

From the west came word of shape-shifters and forest witches, who changed shape and sex and even species, turning into rock or wind at will. In North America, the resurgent timberwolf population had to contend with competition from werewolves, and … Continue reading →

In the second decade of the twenty-first century, as the earth began to warm and the seas to rise, something woke from sleep. At first it was odd incidents here and there, but by the time that Elsa was a … Continue reading →

“And I froze him,” Raina said, and her outlines sharpened, until there was a human-shaped void with a corona of moonlight about it, and a face, dimly seen, that might be bone or flesh; it seemed to slide from one … Continue reading →

Elsa remembered the eerily real anatomical models in the museum of La Specola in Florence: the sleeping Venus with her braided hair and her hinged belly, that showed the layers of the insides; the fingerbones wearing the veins and arteries … Continue reading →