…servers. As my faithful readers will note (all three of you), I had stopped posting. The reason was simple — my server was so slow and ponderous that it actually was painful for me to post anything. So, Brian let me come over to his server. So we packed up the ole WordPress and unpacked it at the new server.  Much faster, much more efficient.
Home, sweet home!
From the forthcoming Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse Project (more info soon):
A terrible rider sat atop a pale horse.
A harvester of death.
The flesh of his torso had been flayed and cut, as if part of a vivisectionist’s dreams. His arms, a map of torment – the skin peeled away, layers of meat and sinew hanging from his blood-red bones. Across his shoulders he wore a black cape, the cowl pulled over his head. But even from the darkness of his cloak, even across the distance, his eyes gripped her with a terror that latched her breath in her throat. In those eyes, she stared at mirrored reflections of herself – her true self. Helpless, powerless, feeble — a victim.
In his bony hand he carried an impossibly large sickle, the edge dull and notched. The head had dragged behind him, leaving a furrow in the ground, as if the weight were too much for him to bare.
In its other hand it carried a black chain latched to a slathering beast. Once, perhaps, it had been a man. But its back had been broken and reforged, making it crouch like a dog. Bony spikes protruded from its spine, the wounds weeping. Its face was a patchwork of razors and blades, its tongue lashing the air. Its skin was sickly white, contrasting the furrowed welts left from the lashes of a whip.
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