They stood upon rust-colored ground in a liminal space. Overhanging crags and shattered boulders filled it farther than the eye could see along its longest axis.
Roiling plumes, flecked by coursing shapes like obsidian shards, swam about a striated stony pathway. Dusky glows seeped through the encroaching clouds.
Faint primal impulses flooded Urzen. They called him to stand. To clench his fists. To bellow, stalk, hunt until he found prey worth the killing!
Hello, readers mine! Today I’ve started on line-edits for The Necromancer and the Reaping Spear. The total number of preview chapters will be greater this time, partly due to chopping a couple of over-long ones in half, partly because I’m going to share two that I previously didn’t. Each preview chapter I post will arrive […]
Hello, readers mine. This is the latest in my long series of attempts to parse the messy road that brought me to the present. This time it’s imported from Twitter. Some of this will be old hat for many of you. For some, it may be all new. Either way, I wanted to post my […]
Hello, readers mine! I don’t know that this will actually become a regular series. Yes, I know, nothing on this blog is regular these days. Humor me and pretend otherwise. I did want to grind out some art for this, but unfortunately burnout and depression put paid to that idea. Sorry about that. Edit, 10:01 […]
Right. Um. Let me start off by saying that I’ll try my best to stop this growing too weird. So, the primary developmental edit of The Necromancer and the Reaping Spear is done. It’s wonderful stuff and I’m proud of it. It’s just that I forgot to make time at any point in the past […]
(Editorial Note, Nov. 29 2020: I’ve left this post up for posterity, but if you haven’t already, you should read this one first: Making Points, Mental Health, and the Necromancer’s Vengeance Series (northbornsword.blog) –in short, yes, everything written and posted today on the 29th is something I was fighting myself over when I wrote and […]
Much debate elapsed among the disparate Twelve. By telepathic surges of raw intent, emotion, and implication, they postured, bellowed and haggled over what They desired. They feuded over the globular potential condensed within the languid pinpoint that hovered equidistant between Them in the infinite roiling maelstrom before all things began. After immeasurable discourse during which […]
Divari held back a whimper.
It was not for want of heartening beauty nor factual security that she hugged herself, sometimes, when she thought no one was looking. Her spirit did not abide here. It was caught elsewhere still.