The room was silent. When Riddick stepped through the heavy doors, he stopped dead. There, illuminated by a single spotlight in the corner, stood the chair. The same skeletal frame. The same polished, stage-widened device bolted to the seat. Vaako was standing by the viewport, his silhouette sharp against the star-strewn blackness. He didn’t turn … Read more

The air in the throne room was thick with the scent of incense and the heavy, metallic tang of Necromonger blood. Silence, absolute and crushing, reigned as the massive ranks of the armored faithful knelt. At the front, his head bowed lower than the rest, was Vaako. “You keep what you kill,” the mantra echoed … Read more