Hordes of darkspawn stood within the gaping cavern, screaming. Their rage, their hunger was palpable, a living thing that curled its way around your very being and dragged you along with it. He did feel it, tickling his mind and settling lightly in his stomach ( Read more... )

Okay, so last night, Alistair had been far too tired to look at anything that wasn't a bed (and a magnificently soft one it was, too. He could live in this thing, you know, if there wasn't a Blight to fight and children to teach and armor to clean and...), choosing instead to collapse and snore and maybe drool a bit more. On the pillow, not the ( Read more... )