Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Tattle Tale: Caution
Lift the temple knocker
softly, friend; you never know which god will answer your summons.
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/54205
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Sage: Truth
Tell
the truth, traveller, or you create issues hard to overcome later.
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/54205
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Tattle Tale
‘Octavi removed
her earrings and when she threw them to earth, great fissures formed in the
land between Harri’s Harpies and Honorus’ Hounds. Women, boy, are very clever,
very clever indeed.’
Monday, September 12, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
Flash Friday: Excerpt
A screech tore through the town of Farinwood. Rain surged up in his bed as the reverberations shivered over his skin. The echoes of his dream- a fair girl crying out her name, ‘Mitrill, my name is Mitrill’- caused momentary confusion, and then he knew where and when he was. Night in Farinwood.
Here it was a child on the hunt. And not alone.
And then, like crystal shattering in the ensuing dead silence, a woman sobbing as if her heart had been ripped from her body.
Aaru, how could the men on the streets be expected to stop this? One was father to that screeching child. One was husband to the woman trapped in hopeless grief.
Anger was then heat and resolve. Rain left his bed, snatched his cloak up for warmth and doused the smoking lamp on the small table under the window. A moment later he snapped his fingers for the tiny flame that danced upon his palm. A sorcerer’s trick. And, on this world that despised even a sunset as too much magic, a noose slung over a branch. He needed to be ever careful; vigilantism was alive and well on Valaris and continually on the prowl for magic-users, a mindset that would lead to confrontation. Infinity would win by default- men would kill each other while she laughed from the sidelines.
Friday, August 12, 2011
Purple Star
I’m sure you know the shiny shapes that populate gifts and occasions like confetti, among them stars. Tiny shapes that bling up the process of giving and receiving, and then go on to populate your floor and furniture in colourful points of light.
I’d like to tell you the tale of the purple star.
A friend gave me a gift on the occasion of my birthday last year and contained within were a host of tiny purple stars. Oceans now separate us, but that gift came along with me to Africa. When we first unpacked only the necessary while staying with family, lo, a tiny purple star fell out. When we subsequently moved into our own place, lo, a tiny purple star fell out again.
I’ve come to regard this shiny reminder of a gift as a nudge from a special friend. Every time I see it I think of her. It is akin to a piece of her soul now, a shiny guardian ever nearby. Shaune, thank you. I miss you, too.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Glittering Darkness
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/76863
An ancient map, a strange prophecy...and anyone who speaks of it, dies. A new enemy enters the Valla arena, but this one is an ancient as time, and must be unleashed in a forbidden place. An ancient map points the way.
The terrible secret of the real source of Valla power is uncovered and as friends and family are murdered Torrullin stands forth and reveals the truth. There are Dragons in my future, he once tells Quilla of the Q’lin’la...and that future is now.They are the Kallanon, the Glittering Darkness. Terror has a name.
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