Happy Friday to all of you who come across this post!
What follows is the exciting conclusion of the first of twenty-six stories to be published this year.
Apollo and Giger have found their cult, but at what cost? Can they rescue Giger’s daughter from the clutches of Julius’ men? Will she even want rescuing?
Apollo’s eyes, full of blood and filth and tears rolling from the corners, strained to see, to make out any detail about their captors. But other than the robed Brother, all four of them wore heavy hoods and face-covering sackcloth masks with only the tiniest black holes for eyes.
“Just what is it you want with us?” she asked. The Brother laughed a sickly, rasping laugh and smiled at her with black, rotted teeth.
“You’ll see,” he said…
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