Last, by Gerry Huntman

Last, by Gerry Huntman
He didn’t remember his name, but he was sure he once had one. It disturbed him that his memory was faulty and his thinking was so unclear. He could smell burning wire, which indicated internal damage — this caused him to react quickly, as his life depended on swift action. He picked himself up from ...

Three Destinies, by Gerry Huntman 1

Three Destinies, by Gerry Huntman
My name is Scaramouche, and I was made by Cimiar, the greatest alchemist of all time. Snick, snick. Bite sharp! Taste blood; drink deep. I am no ordinary dagger, oh, no. Not even for an enchanted blade. I was crafted by the master, and he had one, specific task for me. My sole purpose is to kill ...