Don Liddick
Tinnitus
By Don Liddick David Dawson was one of those types who liked to be alone. He never intended harm, but the folks who crossed his path were not wrong when they assessed him as “anti-social.” As a child friends had not come easy, and for a brief time David envied those kids who seemed to [...]
17Feb2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Blush of Dawn
By Don Liddick “The carrion-fowl gather.” “Aye, ever has it been—the blood of men, even ere it be shed, acts as portent for beasts and discerning wizards.” Two stood on the escarpment, sidereal illume a mere glint on the broad cuirass of the one, the greater—the other a slender but eager shadow, bairn of the [...]
17Feb2012 | admin | 0 comments | Continued