Devil's Armory

From distant lands they hear the cry, to take up arms against or die.
With weapons forged of bones as blade, the Devil's armory's been paid.
A lone rider must use them well, to rid this realm of blackest Hell.
Others trade their soul in place of powers endowed to knife or mace.
What earnest follows - good or bad - is as HE had hoped from such evil bag.
For trade now plyed from regal throne gifts deceitful prince his new-found home.
- Nathan J.D.L. Rowark
Join the authors of Barbwire Butterfly Books for high adventure tales from long lost realms, in an anthology of sword and sorcery forged from the Devil's armory.