Part 93 – Clang, clang, scrape. Clang, scrape. Clang, clang Sounds from down the hall woke Theomin. He found himself in pitch blackness again. The familiar sound of the oozing
Penumbra Two days after the battle outside the Prancing Pony, Deverell and I passed through the southern gate of Bree-town and onto the Great East Road. After the chill that
The Song This parody of Mortals by Warriyo (original with Laura Brehm) envisages as its scene the capture of Húrin at the Nirnaeth Arnoediad or Battle of Unnumbered tears: Huor has fallen