Spectacle Unleashed
I pull back the bowstring like a circus master pulling back the curtain. What flies forth...
I pull back the bowstring like a circus master pulling back the curtain. What flies forth...
The battlefield is my circus: my bow bends like a contortionist and launches my arrow...
Like a juggler at the fair, my hands move in complex spirals—too fast to track, too...
The plant takes up an enormous stretch of the wind-blasted stretch of desert, the...
Below the much-patched dirigible hangs mostly a gridwork of metal scaffolding mounted...
Part of the submarine hull is a simple convex curve of dull steel, reflecting in yellowed...
Bouts of steam fire from release valves, and the humid heat is thick in the poorly lit...
The dirigible has been deflated, and the airship resembles the ribcage of some frail...
These thick, robust gloves are made from industrial rubber—and they smell like it too....
As squat, wide, and heavy as mountain stone, one wouldn't expect dwarves to excel in...