Tag: Kevin Cockle

by Kevin Cockle in Issue 41, June 2015 “That was nothing, lad,” Callus said as he chewed Stalyn’s hearty swordfish stew. We sat at the lone wooden table in the galley, once dark of night had enshrouded the Zephyr. Night-boarding by dragon-men was not unheard of, but I had taken us down nearly to sea-level,…