The Mad Song by David J. West
The few bandits left were then augmented by naked savage forms, more monstrous than their own. These true ghoul looked feral and primeval beyond reckoning, like unholy hybrids of jackal and man. Elongated mouths and drawn-back ears with eyes that were slits of cold fire. Taut muscle writhed beneath gray, mottled skin as the monsters leapt! —from The Mad Song From demon haunted ruins to […]