Fire is the purifier, let it cleanse the taint from the flesh of the mutant
Prelate Deacon Delhomme
No high school teens who turn out to be wonder-pilots here.
topled down glory, and trod upon by time. Doth thy hollowed splender diminish? Nay, for Palisander, you grew bright in the imagination, always out of reach.
Be it a tank, mech, aircraft, or warship, the same basic rules apply for writing speculative fiction about them.
The Circle of Pharisrak has existed for centuries, it’s assassins are considered to be untouchable. Not one has every been seen, let alone sent to justice.
The primary weapon of the Fulminator mk. I
The Waresian Armoire dates back to the height of the kingdom of Waresia, a period known for it’s love of baroque and the macabre
Also known as Virgin’s Rose, the Secret Flower, and the Scarlet Lady
Look at that, pale as death and she’s got her neck covered, betcha fifty she’s a fang-banger
A forest of perpetual Autumn
Inspiration comes from strange places
A vampire Blood Doll, her master, and the workshop they share
A dangerous romp across the Soviet Union in a race to rescue the eccentric Dr. Pegasus before he can complete his secret design.
A healing charm with an… annoying side effect
the word Phthano- translates to ‘prevent’ and is the root of one of the most common enchantments in the wizarding world.
We need to gather the cam-droppers and bulldog gears off of number six, yes the wrecked number six. Then, with those pieces and the short drive off of number three we can put number four back into action.
Abelard von Richter
Mistakes were made, people will be held accountable
Keep your wits about you man, they are only bullets. Not like we have to brave the damned bird.
Col. Chapman at the Battle of Miner Hill
Crystals have long be heralded as recepticals of magic power. Ice too, is a crystal.
By late afternoon, the sky starts to cloud over. The sun shines behind the fluffy clouds, gilding the edges and showing a Jacob's-ladder of rays streaming through the gaps...very pretty. Gradually the clouds shift into a new configuration: you realize with awe-struck, preternatural clarity that the clouds form a map of a coast-line that you know against the blue sky as ocean: surely it's a Sign! Suddenly, the golden beams coalesce into one long ray that strikes across the blue. A star-like gleam flashes under the ray: perhaps it is an island? But the charts show no island there...who would want to hide an island? Who could do it?