I remember when I first heard the stories of the Kaneren from the humans. When our makers, the skygods, had returned, those who would...

I remember when I first heard the stories of the Kaneren from the humans. When our makers, the skygods, had returned, those who would...
Upon a modest coffee table crafted from a transparent glass tabletop and metallic legs which shone brightly sat an equally metal-borne c...
The cold wind stung her face without relent as the truck barrelled down the uneven roads of the abandoned town they drove through. Sonya...