Cssekar Uspl

“Henry gripped the axe handle and wiggled it free. The monster dropped to the ground and roared. Gathering his last vestiges of strength, Henry swung the axe at the sound. The monster grabbed Henry's arm that held the weapon and twisted. A loud crack of bone accompanied Henry's pain-filled scream. The axe slipped to the floor. Henry faced the monster and stared into its evil, soulless eyes. The fiend's jaws opened. Its tongue slid across sharp teeth. Though he dreaded”
― Ben Hammott, Ice Rift

“his eyes were wired and bugged out.  This was a terrorist mage.  My heart quickened. Their latest trick was using themselves as human bombs to release their black magic, unleashing an explosion of deadly pestilence. If I didn’t stop him, every Oligarch and council member in the city of Mysterium would be annihilated.  I slipped away from Nils. “Song’s not over,” he called out. I ignored him and”
― Simone Pond, The Oracle's Foretelling

“The music washed over Shane as he stepped into a dimly lit space.  Thick rugs covered the floor, and stacks of written music were piled around the room haphazardly.  The room, like the door, was tall and narrow.  It was also long and barren of windows.  On the wood-paneled walls, dozens of violins and their bows rested on individual shelves.”
― Ron Ripley, Berkley Street

“Needles …” Cole started. “No, Cole,” Needles snapped, his laughter stopping suddenly. His eyes blazed with fear and insanity. “People just don’t go out in the middle of the night and walk into the woods. People don’t just disappear in mid-step. Something’s wrong here. Really wrong.”
― Mark Lukens, Ancient Enemy