I live in dreams. In mine . . . in yours . . . and in your children's. My voice is thunder, and my soul is forged of lightning. I tear flesh with bloodstained fangs, and I ache for death. I am all these things, but I am a man because I made that choice long ago, before the world was born. Gather here before me, and listen to my tales.
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Stories by Gorathyndor
My Daughter, My Gun
"Some people have excuses like 'the Devil made me do it,' or 'God told me to.' Mine isn't anything like...
Fred Flannigan
Who is Fred Flannigan and who did he kill before he died?
The Letters
When soldiers are killed in the line of duty, someone has to deliver The Letter.