“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! Continuing this new experiment of posting the chapters which will be part of the free preview of The Necromancer and the Reaping Spear, here’s the first working version of the second chapter. Writing this unrighteous leviathan of a chapter just about shattered my consciousness at several points, so I’m sure it’ll be wondrous […]
Hello, readers mine! As I said I would, I’ve finally started revisions on The Necromancer and the Reaping Spear. To kick things off, I moved the original first chapter to be the second, and started writing a new first chapter… which has now split into the new first and second chapters. Pageblazing is glorious work! So, […]
