“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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This is a holiday vignette set in the world of The Kingdom’s Disdain. It takes place between the events of The Nature of the Beast and the upcoming novel Hounds of Ruin. It’s just a little slice-of-life segment I pieced together. I enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoy reading it! Happy holidays, whether you are
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Purgatory I have become the edge of the knife The corner of the eye Where the tear collects and remains Stagnant The blush of the wind as it carries red pedals in its monstrous throat Compassion for The Enemy But would you suffer him if he
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. A Diagram I close like The petals of a flower Come in to meet me and hide in my dark All the stages of grief can be felt and once As we slide down the stem In lightless peace and horror What I am is No
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Claude Frollo Say what you mean to me My particles are rippling with the burden of anticipation And antiseptic creams that wash out infections You’re covered in them, blistering beasts of unmatched ferocity The sun sets on you when you like And you’re back to let
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Eclipse Built up like a jackhammer The sun creeps across an onyx floor Gagging the call for restraint Luna is swallowed up in the jaws of A hungry wolf Trust no one, lest they trust in you For surely, a righteous man once walked here The
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Ideation I am the feather on the tail of the arrow Helping it find its way home In the blocked up entryway to your vein Son of earth Daughter of sky The moment of contact is everything And you pray that no one will be there
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Hypothetical Numbers Settle your debts Before they break you Come to terms with your debtors In this life before the next You were like a candle never lit Left out on an open window Suffusing the house with cold wind There’s nothing to see No place
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. A Day in February Another day Another chance for the sun to Kiss you as it passes Off center, tied with a ribbon to the stone that spins under you Because it’s all yours Wondering into forever Fields of green Cats and kittens And you’re always
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Parallax TV Like a tree armed with needles A sinister synergy of malice and growth Affixed to the cable lining the sky You keep the elements running through your ley lines A sovereign distraction from the chorus of demons There is Nowhere but up No chains
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