Tag Archives: RIXAS DE SANGUE

Rixas de Sangue: Part 13 After she left, I needed isolation. It helped me focus. I sought out desolation. It helped me search my soul.   How had I lost who I was for so long? How had I let … Continue reading →

Rixas de Sangue: Part 12 I was dreaming of a vast circular room, an ancient coliseum – open with the sun shining brightly and the deepest blue sky overhead. Where the walls should be there was a thick miasma with countless, colorless … Continue reading →