A monster, from the humans and the gods, Born into a line of royal blood, Its features are grotesque and wild and odd Its origins are vile. Its cold childhood Is locked within a maze of giant stones. Taught to kill for food and sport, and hence It rages through…

Two paths to the cemetery on the hill,one chewed to stones by rain and age,one steep and smooth as raven’s bill. I had to choose, so it goes, still,flowers and undergrowth, a trail haunted by sage,two paths to the cemetery on the hill. Old dog by my side rushes to…

At school, we’d be jubilant when the TV was wheeled in. Hungry for a Night of the LongKnives, feather-brained Braunor learning how to salute with two fingers.  If the teacher was two minutes late, we knew.Heard the metal scrape and screech along the concrete floor, Hearts imploding like a neglected buzz bomb.  …

It was the end of the worldbut we did not know it.Scientists had been replacedby enchanters and magicians,and priests of the light foughtthose of the dark arts. All had been put in place,all the verses spoken,all the potions stirred.We thought we had it in hand;everything seemed normal,except the silence. First…

A jumble of artefactsburied beneath the scarred earthsurround my desiccated form.Amulets of claycracked and splinteredlie embedded in the ridges of my palm. Shafts of air swirl,as a dust-encrusted shovelpeels off a hundred centuries of dirtfrom my lava-sculpted brow.An orange orb of lightexplores the rough architecture of my graveilluminating my bony…