He fed upon my face like a creature of the night, sinking his teeth into my thighs, and although I was not his prey, and he was not a...

I recall the voices of men around village taverns talking of cowards and how they'd rather die by the sword, and I wondered if I’d become...

I once read a book about a tribe that mutilated women. For sure, I thought the writer was mad, but the more I glanced at The Sarchen...