storyteller and friend
The mantis god screamed. Rage began to pour off him, shining through the chinks in his chitinous armor and spreading out around him in a dark red halo the color of blood. “What are you, mortal?” he demanded, voice scraping across my eardrums. Not a mortal. But I didn’t answer, eyes narrowing as I concentrated….
Preface “In this strange, twisted universe, there are many worlds. Most are lonely, desolate rocks. Some are husks, stripped of resources and left like the bones of a carcass picked clean by carrion crows. A few are inhabited, peopled by races grotesque and fantastical, and crystallizing from the collective consciousness of these people are their…