Where did all this come from, all these words and stories? I look at the collection of poetry that is Nocturnal Wanderings and the answer definitely lies in the past.…
Part Six of The Lost Children of Guérande Reginald strode along a deep, slow churning stream. His eyes constantly scanned the brush and trees for the quarry he sought. The marsh…
Part Five of The Lost Children of Guérande As Reginald expected a man was sent to the surrounding farms seeking volunteers to hunt the troll. A detailed description wasn’t forthcoming…
Part Four of The Lost Children of Guérande Reginald pursued his quarry across a farmer’s field. The troll’s towering form was a dark blot in the distance. It’s long stride…
Part Three of The Lost Children of Guérande “Hello, monsieur. My name is Clemence.” Reginald whipped his head around and spotted a young girl beside him. She was a frail…
By Jason Zapata Past the guarded port of Varna I would sail Where enemies awaited having arrived by train But their efforts to ambush me were in vain Relentless Helsing…
Part Two of The Lost Children of Guérande Things seemed to move slowly at that point. Reginald could see Andre's outstretched hand ready to accept his sword. The knight stepped…
Part Seven of The Necromancer of Bern Albrecht Von Zähringen crawled through layers of loose cemetery soil until he was finally free of the suffocating earth that buried him. The…