Category Archives: Ghost Rage

Feel free to leave any comments or questions about “Ghost Rage” here and I’ll answer them as best I can. The ending didn’t turn out at all like I thought. Several times I set up the poll with what I … Continue reading →

You take hold of Lucan’s collar, pull his head down, and kiss him before he can react. It takes him a minute to get his breath back. “You know,” says Lucan, “you caught me off guard. I don’t think I … Continue reading →

“I suppose,” says Rhazion, blinking up at you, “that you’re going to kill me now, when I’m too weak to stop you.” You say nothing. The Black Wolves are too far away to stop you, or to even notice; you … Continue reading →

You leap at Korthion, and are on him before he can bring a spell to bear upon you. He might have warded himself against steel, but he failed to ward himself against flesh and bone, and you’ve practiced fighting with … Continue reading →

“Lucan,” you say, “shoot him!” Lucan raises the heavy crossbow and fires. The heavy bow shudders, throwing a massive barbed quarrel right into Korthion’s chest. Or it would have, if not for the blue flash that intercepts the quarrel an … Continue reading →

“Do it,” you tell Rhazion. Rhazion takes a deep breath, gives a jerky nod, and begins. He starts by producing a piece of chalk and drawing an intricate symbol upon the marble floor. It’s the warding sigil against the mavrokh, … Continue reading →

“No,” you say, unwinding the shadow-cloak from your waist and throwing it over your shoulders. “Come up here and we’ll talk.” “Do you think I’m a fool?” says Rhazion. “You’re the Ghost Countess, aren’t you, the one the First Magus … Continue reading →

“We need a more defensible location,” you tell Lucan, “now.” “The solarium on the top floor,” says Lucan. “The stairs are exposed, and I have some crossbows hidden there. If necessary, I can shoot down anyone who tries to come … Continue reading →

“Back to your father’s mansion,” you tell Lucan. “We can question her in peace there.” Lucan nods, and you return to his rooms at Lord Corbould’s mansion. Chrysana Karbonos still lies unconscious and motionless on the couch, and the wards … Continue reading →

“Quick,” you tell Lucan, “into another room.” He nods and helps Amania along. You duck into the hallway. Korthion will reach the bottom of the stairs at any second. You pick the nearest door, push it open, and hurry inside, … Continue reading →