One of the neons over the bar is flickering again. You don’t mind. It’s part of the place’s charm. No pretensions of glamor.
“King Sidra had it on his person when he died: a gemstone, black but glass-like, bearing a golden sunburst set with a red circle. I have hid it in my enclave’s remains. You must take it. It has driven all who touch it mad. They are saying the one who masters it will be his true heir.”
Hello, readers mine! I’ve decided we’re once again due for a preview chapter here, so that’s what you’re going to get. This will be #4 not of 5, but of 6–for Chapter 5 is comparatively short in its revised incarnation, and Chapter 6 has too much within it that I desperately want to share. Thus, […]
Winter rains streamed down black bows and dribbled along emerald creepers. Somewhere downhill, through the storm-misted labyrinth of the bogs, a creature clucked and chirped from deep in its gullet.
Hello, readers mine! The following is the result of my earnest attempt to write a short–HA–Twitter thread concerning my staunch belief that we need more soft SciFi/futuristic fantasy stories centering around the inherent drama of smaller warships going toe-to-toe with a true flagship. I hoped to convince other writers of the potential in this idea–in […]