Devil's Armory

From distant lands they hear the cry, to take up arms against or die. With weapons forged of bones as blade, the Devil's armory's been paid. A lone rider must use them well, to rid this realm of blackest Hell. Others trade their soul in place of powers endowed to knife or mace. What earnest follows – good or bad – is as HE had hoped from such evil bag. For trade now plyed from regal throne gifts deceitful prince his new-found home. - Nathan J.D.L. Rowark Join the authors of Barbwire Butterfly Books for high adventure tales from long lost realms, in an anthology of sword and sorcery forged from the Devil's armory.