“I heard a call through the pigments of things that could be, and have been. It surprised me because it lacked any command. There was no snare, no threat, no bribe either. It was as a doorway left open.”
“In tight-eyed recollection, she told us of a swordmaster named Bodo Haddenwich, and made mention of the peculiar art he practiced. She named this art as ‘Blitzhau'”
“I declare without shame that I am neither a channel of the gods nor a mage of the academies. I am a witch of the old ways reclaimed.”
“You were the one who loved the ringing masses, cheers and stamping. You were the one who needed their racket to believe your own power.”
“In other words, I write about violence in order to feel more human.”
Let the record note that up until the current clusterfuck, I generally thought of Sia as a cool musician whose work I just didn’t feel pulled towards. (Content Warnings: mentions of ableism, eugenics, and negative stereotypes about autistic people) Let the record further note that I’m going to refer to my feelings a lot during […]
Hello, readers mine… er… so, many of you know that I publish through Smashwords. You may have been wondering why. You see, Smashwords is an aggregator. This does require a lot more work on my end–the books have to be cleaned of behind-the-scenes junk code by copying the raw text into Notepad, copying it back, […]
Because, I mean, it’s not like the venerable storytellers at Amazon.com could ever even slightly be motivated to put profit before quality, right?
–the Necromancer and the Reaping Spear is a book you can buy right now–
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.