Greetings and Salutations:
I welcome you to come along with me as I explore the person I became while I was looking the other way. This is a safe place to celebrate creativity: you can expect new chapters from my various fantasy fiction writing projects, discussions about mental health, and random posts on things that matter to me. I hope you can find something worth your time in these pages.
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If you’re interested in reading some stories, the first chapters of my current Works In Progress can be found below. “Awakening” is completed, and “Becoming” is its sequel, so best to read them in order. I’d love to hear any thoughts in the comments; I try to prioritise chapter releases based on your interest.
As always, she hesitated as she touched the blade to her hand. She was purposely avoiding looking at the Faceless but their laughter was ringing through the air, raising the hair on the back of her neck. They were toying with her, she knew.
His fear spiked her blood, and she quickened her pace with a grin. Wolves lived to hunt, and she had developed a taste for it. But the thrill settled as she turned into the larger series of tunnels that were ruled by The Shroud. Followers of The Deceiver, the Caretaker of assassins and thieves.
Too late, she echoed. Her fear of the unknown fate that lay beyond begged her to flee. But she had chosen this. Her short life had been full, and yet empty. The cold ache in her chest was not from the water; she had known it all her life.
Hades buried his face in his hands as he relived it again. Eris’ ashes were still glowing white hot when he arrived, and it didn’t take a genius to see that Kali had been responsible. Especially when she was still plummeting from the sky.
There was a bite to the air I hadn’t felt in five years, and it took me several moments to remember what that meant. It finally came to me as I watched another breath form as mist in front of me. Winter?
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When creating characters in this world, have your players choose up to four Caretakers their character resonates with most deeply. They do not have to be devout followers, but whichever has the ideals their character is closest to.
It was an urban legend. A fable. A myth. No one knew where it originated, but stories emerged from all over the world. Warnings written into our history that people only remembered when someone disappeared.
As they ran, the weariness quickly settled back over her bones. Despite her even gait, every step jolted her injuries until she struggled for breath. Ignoring the pain, she sent her consciousness forward to the seemingly lifeless man in Ric’s arms.
I hope you find something of value in these pages. 2020 was a difficult year for everyone, and writing is the only thing that kept me moving through furlough and then redundancy. I love when viewers contact me with feedback and ideas of what they’d like to see. My contact page is always open.
Stay safe. Keep writing.