The tombs and catacombs always held game. This time was no different. A serpent, finally vanquished [Inspired by the classics of Boris Vallejo]

Fear radiated off her in waves. Tangible, shimmering and fragile. Much like she was. The light from the torch cast an eerie golden glow. It was odd in such a dark place. Such a colour of hope, and yet she was held now in shadows. The man, skin like leather, grasped her jaw, making her look up at him with wide, terrified eyes....

In the desert, there is no mercy

The desert is a beautiful place. A place of hidden wonders. Of beauty that overwhelms the senses. The sun, a touch from the gods that warms one's soul.

They say size is everything, She begs to differ. After all her size has never stopped her. Great things come in small packages after all, diamonds, dynamite and...demons

Lest ye forget your place, behold the he that rules the night

Copper and turquoise a gift for the Goddess

Upon mans sins, they come.

Pillars of the Gods, the wind the caress of being beyond imagination.