“Go home now girl, the streets are not safe at night,” Marcus tried to warn her.
“Another blood hunter is gone, Vampires as most know them. Or know the fairy tale television versions, at least. Most don’t realize what really waits in the dark, in the deep untouched places of our world.
“Is it better that way? I don’t know. That’s just how it is. Those that know usually don’t last long for one reason or another. And now that I walk the night, I sometimes feel as if I’m nearly as dark as they are. But blood is life, for both our kind, and it’s time we took it back.
“I understand, completely,” she replied with a mischievous grin.
Continue reading Not Safe at Night
Thunder crashed, following a blinding flash of lightning. The rain was coming down harder now. The flash flood was the worst storm the city had seen in years. The usual late-night traffic was nonexistent. No one wanted to be out on a night like this.
Yet one man was trudging slowly down the sidewalk. He was wearing a long trench coat, turned black by the rain. The collar of the coat was turned up. He also wore an old hat, pulled low.
The wind was picking up, driving the rain nearly sideways. The trench coat was useless in weather like this. Yet The Man seemed unperturbed by the torrential downpour. He plodded along, in no hurry. His hands were thrust deep in the pockets of his coat. A cigarette hung from the corner of his mouth, its bright red dot doing nothing to illuminate his face. It was impressive that the thing even remained lit.
Slowly, The Man moved down the abandoned city streets. As he walked into the pitiful circles of light thrown out by the amber street lights, each one suddenly flickered and went out. He passed beyond the lights, but they did not come back on; leaving a trail of darkness as he moved.
Continue reading Business as Usual
This summer, I built my second Onager, a type of catapult. My original catapult design came from “The Art of the Catapult: Build Greek Ballistae, Roman Onagers, English Trebuchets, and More Ancient Artillery“, by William Gurstelle. This is based loosely on that design, but I didn’t open the book during the project and made a few modifications to his design.
The assembled onager is about 10 in. x 5½ in. and stands about 8-10″ tall. Continue reading Making an Onager