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…
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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…
By Jason Zapata This says I is the truth Or let the Saints forsake me. The night was distressed. And the moon peered warily Through a veil of clouds. Trudging…
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…