Markho ran his hands down the sweat soaked spine of his lover while on the street three ghola strode past with deliberate motion. Hot day had become cool night and in Urikathe that meant the monsters had come out. During the scorching daylight squads of half dead men in bronze cuirass strode dazedly through the streets of the city. Even if one did not hear or see them coming the smell of a decaying soul would not be missed by even the most hapless fool. At night though the bound slaves of the. . .

Markho ran his hands down the sweat soaked spine of his lover while on the street three ghola strode past with deliberate motion. Hot day had become cool night and in Urikathe that meant the monsters had come out. During the scorching daylight squads of half dead men in bronze cuirass strode dazedly through the streets of the city. Even if one did not hear or see them coming the smell of a decaying soul would not be missed by even the most hapless fool. At night though the bound slaves of the. . .