Alec_Shadowkin's Profile

A young man, disowned by his family, traveling the world in an attempt to redeem himself with his musical talent and his prowess with a sword.

The hiss of a drakulia fills the night air, and your blood runs cold. You know that you are about to die, and there is probably nothing you can do about it.

There are hardly any excesses of the most crazed psychopath that cannot easily be duplicated by a normal kindly family man who just comes in to work every day and has a job to do.
—(Terry Pratchett, Small Gods)