Syth and Axe (Part 14) - Heart of Stone
Syth and Axe vol. 14 - The Heart of Iron 1962 - Near Salem, Massachusetts Paul stood in the darkness, watching the swamp glow. “Were lights.” Rip muttered, feeling at the weird tucked-up sleeve that hung from the severed stub that had been his arm. “This tingles every time I see them, especially when I’m just about to fall asleep. Not natural, whatever they are.” “You’re always about to fall asleep,” Paul laughed, “So they are fae? I thought they were just swamp gas.” Rip shrugged. “Not sure. Don’t remember much of what happened in there - just little fits ‘n spurts.” He stood a little straighter, still only coming up to the middle of Paul’s stomach. His beard had finally been trimmed at the request of someone who had turned out to be Rip’s great-great (something something) grand daughter. “Not so Kneelength anymore, eh? Sune would be sad.” “Sune - he’s that monkey guy you met?” Rip nodded. “Yeah. Traveled with some sort of large bull-like creature. I forget his nam...