Category Archives: Ghost Wounds

The idea for “Ghost Wounds” came from a passage from the book of Luke: “Whoever tries to keep their life will lose it, and whoever loses their life will preserve it.” You can see how that would be apropos. ### … Continue reading →

“Still not impressed,” you rasp, hand inching towards the flask in your belt. Rycurgus sneers, and spits in your face. “Then die,” he says, the blades pressing against your throat, “you miserable…” You wrench the flask from your belt and … Continue reading →

“Hold still,” you tell Siona, and press the ghostsilver dagger into the soulsieve. The dagger grows hot beneath your fingers, the soulsieve writhes like an insect, and it falls from Siona’s wrist. And then you notice on Siona’s wrist an … Continue reading →

Lucan lunges at you, his ghostsilver sword a gleaming blur. But you’ve seen him fight before, and though he is the best swordsman you know, you remember his opening moves. You dodge past the thrust, spin, and snatch two of … Continue reading →

Lucan lunges at you, his ghostsilver sword a gleaming blur. But you’ve seen him fight before, and though he is the best swordsman you know, you remember his opening moves. You dodge past the thrust, spin, and snatch two of … Continue reading →

“You know,” you say, rolling the throwing knife over your fingers, “I think I’ve played this game before.” Croanna blinks. “You’re just standing right there, practically begging me to put a knife into your throat,” you say quietly. “I’ll wager … Continue reading →

“We’ll take the secret passage into the Tower of Corthios,” you say. Tylas nods. “And if this Croanna woman has dared to lay a finger on the Emperor, she’ll regret it sorely.” You lead Tylas and the others to a … Continue reading →

“We’re going to find Tylas,” you say. “He’s a centurion in the Imperial Guard. He’ll know where we can find the Emperor. If Croanna’s there, we’ll kill her, and get Lucan back.” It sounds so easy, when you say it … Continue reading →

“As you wish,” you say, walking towards the creature. “My flesh is yours.” The undead thing floats towards you, the hem of its red and gold robes brushing the floor. An ancient pyromancer of power the creature might be, but … Continue reading →

Every fiber of your heart and body screams for you to run to Lucan, to treat his terrible his wounds before he bleeds to death before your eyes. But your mind – the mind of a Ghost, heavy with knowledge … Continue reading →