It was late in the year 3005– the same year that H ran and the survivors of Arysis had come to P zghar; and the year of M rvar Ch ric’s exile. In these stark winter months of dust and cold, from the prisons of Badhark n a mercenary came to the Border Forts. He had been ...
Second up and my real favourite here^^ is the Spanish language ‘Sangre De Mis Manos’, which Mrs 1537 tells me translates as‘blood on my hands’^*. It’s freaking fantastic, just a real snarl of adrenalin and, you guessed it, anger; this time on a truly industrial scale. Everything...