The Voiceless Haunt The Silent Pines
The path through Silent Pines is only ever taken by the desperate. Far better to spend a month traversing frozen mountain paths than risk a week on that straight, sandy road…
The path through Silent Pines is only ever taken by the desperate. Far better to spend a month traversing frozen mountain paths than risk a week on that straight, sandy road…
If only Patrick hadn’t quarrelled with his father. Perhaps then he would’ve minded the rules about windows.
I spat blood and hauled myself up once more. I wouldn’t let this thief escape!
Winter being the slowest season, it’s also when spirits presiding over nature have the most free time - the cause of many a song or legend…
All that remained of that long-forgotten god was at the beginning of the year promises still froze and dropped from your lips like a perfect ice teardrop.