Lady Maemori did not like the jungle. She could taste the humidity in the air, a cloying thickness that seeped into her lungs and clung to her pale skin. As if buoyed by the thick air, the grotesque...

With roars of primal rage the orruks launched themselves at the undead defenders, crude choppas hewing apart joints and splintering bone. Scores of them lay dead already, their blood running down...