10 children of Thyatira begin their first test of Hell. Each is promised a position in lordship upon completion of their training, but only one will be worthy of the crown. When the boy without a name crosses the threshold, the others are nowhere to be found, and he starts to realize he might not have the qualities of a leader after all.

The Barbarians head out for their raid on Bullinvard while Catori struggles with an inner conflict. Is a daring escape really the right move?

Captive in a barbarian camp, Catori begins to find a sense of purpose in survival while the men of the raid conspire to set a better purpose to their acts of war.

Cade gets Catori the components she needs but are they really being used the way she promises?

Catori witnesses the horror of the Barbarian's brutality and Cade reveals the real reason he kept her alive.

After the invasion of her village Catori is taken to the Barbarian's camp where she must face a difficult compromise in order to survive.

A Little Structure In Chaos

Night fairies walk through the garden of chaos. "Looks like the gnomes have started to set up structure here." They observe a partially built shelter. "Perhaps we should help them finish it?" "Certainly." Hours pass as they gather twigs and leaves, setting them with precision and care, even adding a few flowers here and there.... Continue Reading →

Jack’s Smoke

Jack lights a cigarette. Any goal there may have been of quitting is out the window today. He lost his girlfriend then his job within hours. Damned be Hell if he should loose his smokes too. Liv always bitched about his smoking, told him to quit. Anya, though… she said it made him look sexy.... Continue Reading →

Original character sketch of Zephaniah, Tribe of Thyatira. The Nepenthe by Harley Kallisti

Catori’s Village

The sun sets on Corsonville. It's the summer solstice ceremony. Strings of lanterns hang in the trees, bonfires are being lit. There's a dance in the step of the people. The sound of drumming and windpipes have been filling their ears all day and everyone's looking forward to the evening's events.   The drumming becomes... Continue Reading →

The Necromancer’s Beginning

A murder of crows sit on the branches above. Catori brushes the red paint onto the totem lying in front of her. The face of the carving turns morbid as a ghost ascends. "You gotta quit doing that," Catori exclaims, "It's freaky." "What's the fun of being a ghost if you can't freak people?" He... Continue Reading →

Necromancer’s Dream

In a dark land she stands on the sand looking to the sea. A stabbing pain through her back, she turns around to see it is he. "Why have you come here?" she whispers. "Aren't you happy to see me?" he smiles wickedly He wraps a chain around her neck. Too heavy to stand she's... Continue Reading →

Anya’s Journey

They love me, so they want me back. "She's gone rogue," they say. "She'll return," they lie to themselves. "She's just lost right now," they reason it. One step at a time my path reveals itself. Instinct is my compass and passion my vehicle, I brave the path they know nothing about.  Through the dark... Continue Reading →

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