• You know those days when everything just seems to go your way and you finally think things are going to be all right.

    This was most definitely not one of those days.

    Kyra raced through the back alley, gripping the book to her. s**t, s**t, s**t! How did they find her? She was so careful not to leave any loose ends, any traces that she had been there at all. She had even sacrificed Syril....poor Syril. But now was not the time for lamenting, now was a time for escape. Racing past an overly boozed bum, Kyra vaulted herself over the 6 foot fence with all the grace and ease of a cat. Seconds after Kyra cleared the fence she heard a horrified scream silenced by a sickening squish.

    s**t, s**t, s**t! There was no way she was coming out of this one alive.

    Rounding the corner, Kyra shouted out in frustration. Lying before her was a dead end, she was cornered between three skyscrapers with no escape. Shivering at her impending fate, Kyra slowly turned around to face her end and gasped.

    Trolls are ugly. Very ugly. Even when they are about to kill you, you can't help but think "by the numerous, omnipotent gods, that's ugly". That was what Kyra thought as the slow, spiked creature lumbered around the corner. Drool hanging off its cracked tusks that led to its pig-like nose, the smell of rotted human fresh coming off its breath in waves. Kyra gagged as she saw the creature bend over and pop a kitten in its mouth. It was only a matter of time before she was next.