Lichen crusted rocks bore down upon the entrance, as if their weight smothered and squeezed the tiny door into the wall.

Oh, have you raised a dead dragon yet?

Oh, a guest. Wonderful, we have a hunger for some new magic in this group.

You need to stop listening to others telling you what you can't do and prove them wrong.

Mack woke up on a hard bunk, stone walls and iron bars so close they felt like they were closing in on him.

They call me the Caretaker.

I'm sorry I didn't believe you, babe," he whispered to the twisted corpse.

CUT THE POWER!" screamed the major.

He smelled like a cage fighter's armpit and his feet ached.