23
Jun

Hunger at Sea

by Johannes T. Evans   Every part of his body aches as Goode makes his way up the stairs and up onto the deck. Every time he climbs them, these days, they seem steeper than he remembers, his thighs burning with the effort of ascending them, his shit hip all the shittier for it, but […]

25
Jun

Fallen Dust

by Johannes T. Evans Dust has been walking for hours when he finally sees the tower of the temple sticking out from between the trees – he’s trudging and stumbling down a path hewn into the valleyside, and when he sees the black stone and the glitter of the windows, he hears himself heave in […]