Articles by Corso Fanratta

Two shadows sit at the eastern edge of the canyons that make up the wasteland poxed by craters from rogue force storms. "Does he know the truth yet," the first asks with a rasp. "No, but he will, it's a matter of time," the second voice whispered. "Soon, there is much that needs to be...

Corso had been walking for four days, he ran out of rations yesterday and was hungry. He could feel the temple now, it would be a few hours but the force pulsated with its power. He could not wait to draw a warm bath, eat a meal, and relax before he would engage in his first. Such a feeling was...