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, […]
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 […]
(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 […]
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.
“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 […]