“The beast of the gulch is on the move. It hunts without reason. It kills without eating. Its prey is the sound of a beating heart. Within the shallows of the gulch dwells death.”
Book 9 of The Kingdom’s Disdain is available now!
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Special Effects Chest pain Is a constant A wall between myself and the body There is a chronology that I am separated from as I hover Above the flesh, noncommittal Like a prince who can’t make up his mind You’re falling into the water You’re stumbling
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I promised myself I’d finish editing my book “Hounds of Ruin” by the end of May and release it May 9th. This one has been in the oven for quite a while. I have a distinct memory of writing out the outline during downtime at my job in October of 2023. That might not seem
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I’ll be real, I’d rather be playing video games right now. It’s a beautiful day out. It’s a perfect day to play video games and stare out the window at the sun-soaked apartment complex. That’s one of my struggles as a writer. It isn’t so much that I’m lazy and like to put things off,
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Last night, my wife showed me Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Ian Fleming wrote that (Truly Scrumptious is a Bond girl). It was a hell of a movie. Early on, Dick Van Dyke, a crazed inventor, is trying to make money so he can buy his children a broken car. So he goes around town trying
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Chapter 5 “Doesn’t this defeat the whole purpose of your little charade?” I said, squeezing my snow-coat around me tightly, “Your religious holiday game was supposed to kill time while we waited for the storm to pass.” Now we were standing in the cursed weather. Everything was pointless. Fortunately, the weather had died down a
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Chapter 4 Candles stood at every table, turning the darkness to a warm dimness and marking that dimness with a score of yellow stars. It was a minor decorative change, but it made a big difference. One of my companions must have spoken to the denizens of this storm sealed cavern, or maybe Sareash had
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Chapter 3 -Edreimlecheth I had a familiar sinking feeling in my chest, salted with just a hint of burgeoning rage. I was alone now. Sareash and the rest had all left me here alone in this place. It stunk of tree needles. “Happy holiday.” I said to myself, loud enough to get a side-eye from
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Chapter 2 -Trog The sign above the inn said “The Green Scorpion”. I was the first one inside. It smelled like mead and dried leaves. I didn’t hate the smell, but didn’t love it either. It was dimly lit. The staff hadn’t lit up the night torches, but the clouds and the snow blocked out
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