Friday, July 26, 2013


The orcs pointed at Goruk, laughing.  "Goruk chew pensively," one said, wiping blood from a spearpoint with a scrap of manskin.  Indeed, Goruk was chewing silently at the leg of a body that lay half inside the smoking remains of the farmhouse.  The head and torso had been reduced to ash while the legs varied from well-done to juicy rare.  "What Goruk think?" shouted the spear-cleaner.
"Fuck off!" bellowed Goruk, spitting out chunks of calf-muscle.  "Goruk fucking eat!"
Goruk tended to be sensitive at mealtime.  

--Steve Kilian

Burial at Sea 

I'm a Fool To Ever Leave Your Bed

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