The battle ended shortly thereafter. Or maybe after a lifetime. Perhaps both. Panting, his muscles aching at a point beyond fatigue, Bayani finally lowered his weapons. His sword and knife were soaked

They smelled the burning before they saw the smoke. In the ash was the sweet scent of cooked meat, and a blacker undertone of charred flesh. “No,” Bayani whispered. “No.” Alejandro gripped his shoulder.

The Maestro led the way, and Bayani followed. The conquistadores, mounted on their horses, tried to keep up. But the jungle was a poor environment for horses, and the Hesperians had to lead their mounts

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Robert had spoken true. Gideon had scarcely believed it himself. He had gone a hair’s breadth from turning back, until he sighted the river. A calm, shallow stream lined by patches of tough grass and hardy

Jericho was gone. What was once a thriving village of five hundred souls, a village remembered for being older than the Kritarchy and the nation before it, was now a smoldering ruin of shattered timber

The Babylon Night There was just one last thing left to do. Connor, Karim, Fox and Wood pulled security in the hallway. Tan, Ngo and Yamamoto rushed into the server room. Tan retraced his steps through

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The Void Vast emptiness. The ritual hall was empty. An expanse of empty space, large enough to cram a small army, stretching from the doors to the end of the hall. There was no incense, no ceremonial props,

Cosmic Horror “OPEN FIRE!” Yamamoto yelled. Shaking off their hesitation, the team laid down a storm of steel, tearing into the creature. Tan raised his carbine to his shoulder, switched to full auto and

The Charnel House Tan wasn’t going to march into the belly of the beast. Not with just a handgun. But he didn’t have to. Inside the trunk of the gravcar were two duffel bags. Go-bags, laden with

May God Help Us All They took the stairs. There was one place in the arcology guaranteed to be nonsecure by design. No RFID readers, no cameras, no drones. No way to jam it either. The emergency stairs.

We Can't Fight a God Reaching into their jackets, the men donned thin tactical gloves. Just in case. Yamamoto rolled up his jacket sleeve, revealing a paracord bracelet. He unbuckled and unraveled it halfway,

Wizard of the Net The Golden Mile was the most secure arcology in Babylon. X-ray machines and armed guards protected the main entrances. Just out of sight, lurking in the security command center on the

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Amateurs talk tactics. Professionals study logistics. Fantasy authors ignore both. While (probably) an exaggeration, rarely will you find fantasy stories that pay attention to the logistics of supporting

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Yamada Yuuki is an ordinary college student with an extraordinary hobby: the classical martial art of Kukishin-ryu. Until one fateful day when a demon rips through the fabric of space-time, abducts everyone