Speculative Fiction and Poetry
The sparse oaks of the foothills gave way to thick stands of highland cedar. The air was tinged with the fragrant scent of the conifer forest, and Cole stopped to take in the high-country air. He and Eleanor had gone three leagues before the…
The Curse Ed Blundell Four thousand years had melted by, Since that ancient time before, Four thousand years had passed since last, They had sealed the tomb’s stone door. Carved guardians watched in silence, As the centuries unfurled, And other watchers guarded, That were…