At first snowfall, young Pestil took wreaths to her neighbors. Last was old Mr. Wormwood. He answered, smiled thanks, and ignored her questions of strange smells and hisses. Then shut the door. And Pestil tried not to think about the severed blue hand she’d seen reaching up from his alchemy table. If you like the […]
The wizard, Rengrant, sighed. He made such a tiny thing: A glass vial, concealable in a pocket or hand. Enough arcane explosive to clear a room… Enough vials could clear a battlefield. Bottled death. Easy and cheap. This would be the end of it. War would never be the same. If you like the vibe […]
A while back I posted that writing and publishing are wars of attrition. Keep writing and learning, and you will get better. Keep plugging away at your novel and one day you will finish it. Keep submitting stories to magazines and eventually you will get published. Keep writing and publishing books, and eventually you will […]
I just realized that I haven’t posted on here in a month. *Cue some platitude/witticism about time getting away from us* I’m still here. Still writing. Still publishing stuff in the Eluthiya dark fantasy universe. Did I mention that? My dark fantasy universe consisting (at the moment) of A Battleaxe and a Metal Arm, Tales […]
“You seen her before?” John asked, picking his teeth. I looked upon the haggard performer in the market and found I could not look away. “Maybe, but begs the question, from where?” “Ain’t been on this side of the world. Maybe she’s a ghost.” “Ghosts don’t follow people.” This is the first post of a […]
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