My Rating “Perceptions” The men set a drift upon the flotsam, bobbing in the Mediterranean Sea as their ship sank beneath the waves. For days their thoughts lingered in desperation. Would another ship venture into the trade route bound for Spain? What caused the Gloria to capsize in tranquil conditions? One castaway knew the reason. […]
My Rating “Rite Of The Red Moon” How do these fools survive harsh winters up in the mountains? Surely a hunter or warrior would live amongst them. Nope. Are these people insane? The vision of gold coins pouring into a sack fills Red Sonja’s thoughts. She is going to make so much money off this
My Rating “Monster Isle” The beastly humanoids came to fill some savage curiosity as Red Sonja trailed through the jungle brush. Two survivors of the shipwreck hacked through vines and fauna next to her as their goal was to make it to high ground before nightfall. Then one of the sailors yelled out in pure
My Rating “Heart Ache” Love is in the air and cherubs are all around. No kiss, kiss. No bang, bang; or the Cupid King might get ya. Welcome to Keen Valley, Red Sonja. As the Hyrkanian She-Devil makes her way to the regenerative waters for a mini-vacation, the local residents begin to turn up missing.
My Rating “A Death In Scarlet” On the rough and tumble streets of Khorusun, two young women scan the incoming merchant trains looking for a mark. The day is young, as is their flesh. Sonja points to a Khitai trader lavishly adorned with gold and silk; a peacock seemingly out of place amongst the prostitutes
My Rating “Red Sonja” The Hyrkanian City-State of Razadan was notorious for the thieves’ guild who influenced everything from commerce to politics within the crumbling walls of the dominion. A reputation rightly earned and sung about in taverns as far away as the port city of Kyros. So, when key figures inside the larcenous sodality
My Rating “Chapter One: The Witch On The Scarp” Love can sometimes be a fleeting thing. Unless, of course, one has been tricked into drinking a love potion. Take the ancient sorcerer Kulan Gath, for example. All he demanded was to be shown where his greatest enemy resides. A fellow practitioner of the occult, who
