Samantha didn’t know where she was. Her foot was heavy on the pedal, gliding down the open, hilly slopes of the backcountry. Cellphone in one hand; the GPS buffering. Twice already she almost crashed. Approaching out of...

There atop a steaming sewer vent, beside a murky gutter, laid a rat burrowed in a heap of filthy blankets. Its face coarse, its claws yellow from grime, its fur stained by seeping garbage bags and its tail severed....

Beneath the iron skies they stand with blood-stained hands and shifting sand. A truth etched deep within their gaze, forgiveness is not the warrior's praise. Their blades sing songs of darkened lore, each stroke a vow, each fight a roar....

Part 1The Realm of Realism (Life in a Tomb)The Path of Uncertainty         I know this path. This is a path that I’ve walked before. It’s a dark one with an indeterminate end. Me, myself and I...