This was the second thing I wrote about Iyokus, and it continued the theme of the first, a narrator telling a story to Iyokus's sister, who at the time, was searching for him. I was pretty pleased with the way this came out in the end. From the collected fiction of Iyokus Shatterstar Then I began to see the man that was above me. He was no demon, no spirit from the heart of the desert, but a man. He was tired, I could see that. His skin was so tight on his face, he was gaunt in the way dead men are gaunt. His armour was dented and poorly repaired in places, and dried blood caked the gaps. Hmm…