cannibals

Archanae Ten minutes remained before the appointed hour when fate would reveal whether the girl possessed sufficient cunning to preserve her wretched existence. The snow-haired predator had taken his repose atop a lichen-encrusted monument, one of countless markers that erupted from the...

Grigog's first thought was about his head. Why was he having such a huge headache? Had he suffered a blow to the head? His head felt like it was throbbing with blood. That wasn't normal. His second thought turned to his feet. Why couldn't he move them? And why were his wrists hurting so much...