Hinrich smells of the road: faint wood and oil-traces laced by sweat and a certain something I’ll name manhood. He’s warm, and close.
“Then,” I press against him, “I want you to look. And I want you to see.”
“It is just in time for an echo of startling in the nearest silhouette as we round the same corner, and collide with each other.”
“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.”
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 […]
(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 […]
(Or, “How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Write the Dong”) In retrospect, I think this was doomed to happen from the moment, as I wrote the earliest drafts of The Necromancer and the Revenant, that I decided to include a sex demon who isn’t portrayed as evil purely because she happens to enjoy being a […]
