A Very Drunk Conversation
“What was all that about?” Arkadin watched as Psiksi wobbled over. He’d been sitting on a bench, staring out into the void. There were no stars in the night sky, only that horrible, empty darkness, the hollow that reminded the Thantophor of his uncaring ‘father’, the Voidborn. “What was what about?” Psiksi wobbled some more, … Read more