The girl ran through the frost-bitten woods, her limbs a blur against the whitening dusk. Behind her, the trees rose like the ribs of some colossal carcass, each one rimed in blue ice, each one echoing her passage with the hollow, brittle music of the cold. Above, the sky was a vast bruise—darkening, deepening—and through …
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To The Death – PRIMAL HORROR
The lion’s mane was a dark banner, soaked with brine and sweat, when the shadow of the sky-reptile fell across him. His broadsword flashed once, twice, and with a roar of effort he hewed the tip from the pterodactyl’s beak. Black ichor fountained, but the wound only enraged the monster. Its talons closed around his …