Fear? Acid coursing through my veins and somehow pooling into the pit of my stomach. Muscles, electric but yet dead weight across my back, my neck rigid, locked into place. I dare not move my face. No twitch, nothing that could betray me. I cannot let it leak from my eyes. But at the same…
When you make a choice unilaterally, it is forgivable to think: ‘No-one will care.’ When you decided to leave early that night, without saying goodbye, I am sure you thought; ‘No-one will miss me.’ You won’t remember, as I do, that we promised to be in this together, forever. But then you decided to leave…
“The corridor is very dark,” he said, candlelight flickering on his face, “and festooned with thick cobwebs.” I looked nervously to my companion. “Do you see anything down there?” “Impossible to see further than about 10 feet.” Came the terse reply. “It’ll be just my luck that this place is crawling with spiders.” I murmured….
“I just don’t know if I’m ready.” I said, lighting a cigarette. “No-one likes to live with a smoker.” She grimaced. Waving the blue cloud away from her. “Moving in together is a big step. How do you if know she’s ready?” It started to rain. “I’m a delight.” I coughed. “Except for the smoking.”…
I was the first to spot Henry, waiting for us outside the flat. I didn’t say anything, it didn’t feel right.I looked across at the other two, heads down against the incessant rain, their feet melting into the reflections of the street lights above them. The full horror of the situation suddenly washed over me,…
Lightning, tearing through the night. My sight is overwhelmed, suddenly, briefly. I should be afraid, but oddly, I’m not. I look at her, she returns my gaze. ‘I don’t like this,’ she looks at me, ‘take me home.’ But we can’t. Not yet. There are things we must do. She shivers. Another bolt sears through…
What do you know about vampires? Me, very little, or at least, until yesterday morning, nothing at all. Today, just a little bit more. OK, we had dealt with the vampire in the basement of the temple in Barovia, but other than that, vampires existed in stories and children’s tales as they tried to scare…
On our way back from the Death House, we bumped into the old lady with a hand cart that we had spoken with the previous day. Apart from Ismark and Ireena she was the only one in this grubby little town that we knew. She had been selling pies. Gorek had bought two. “Hullo Mother.”…
I want to tell you about Gorek and the Pie, but before I do, I have just had the most incredible conversation with Karak that I need to write down so that I don’t forget it. We had travelled to Vallaki and made our way to the Bluewater Inn, right in the center of this…
It’s not often you witness a miracle, two if you count our escape from the Durst House, or the Death House as the locals call it. That sort of information would have been useful to know this morning. I am safely back at the Burgermeister’s house along with Karak and Lunae as the holy men…
