I’ve decided to journal my experiences with the Himalayan tribe that saved my life while I searched for the Black Idol of Nirrti. It’s amazing that it has been only a month since I left Boston; it feels like a year. The truth I’ve begun to realize about India is that the entire country is
Author Archives: Michael Diamond
There was a strange scratching sound near the edge of his perception. It was impossible to tell how long it had been going on for, but the scratching kept up at a rhythmic pace for a few moments, then it would stop for some time, only to start up once again. A warm sensation started
August 15th, 1921 – Himalayan Mountains – Digging his fingers in only made the pain in his shoulder worse, and any further strain on his back from the pack he’d put together might keep him from continuing up the mountain. There wasn’t any time for whining or complaining though, plus no one around him was
Not all adventures end in glory, but greatness comes in many forms.