The trio of adventurers walked down the woodland path, still an hour away from their scheduled stop at The Screaming Wench. They were looking forward to tankards of Nexik’s best. They called themselves the Demihumans Three: Wild Weasel (halfling thief), Agnon (dwarven cleric), and Yerond (elven fighter). They were in a good mood, having just
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The wind was a constant, a dry, gritty west wind that in winter ranted and wailed across the prairie like a madwoman on roller skates. In the dead of summer it was almost always a sighing, an incoherent but incessant babble. There was madness, Mrs. R. thought, in that wind and in the empty horizon.
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Elvis watched the sun flash from the blade of his sword as he removed the dragon’s blood. It was his fourth killing this year and he was becoming bored. Not only he but the king’s subjects were becoming bored. He was no longer a hero but merely a workaday knight doing a job. He dropped
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WOLF RESPONDS TO REVIEWS OF AN OFF-BROADWAY PRODUCTION OF RED RIDING HOOD It’s ridiculous, an actor of my stature appearing off-Broadway, but they lost their lead- mugging or something-just prior to opening. My name lends credence to a new company, new production. We do that in theater. My name is synonymous with the role, you
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