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Common Ground
Dance of Shadows a novel
BridgetownLate spring in Alaecia always brought crowds of ships from the far corners of Erith, welcoming them to the cradle of the civilized world with the scents of gardenia, and lilac nestled seamlessly among the lush emerald hills and quiet vineyards that dotted the eastern coast, culminating in a nest of shimmering stone and marble towers that stretched out of the surrounding verdant hills, reaching into a sky as rich and blue as the sea below. No matter where one came from, Alaecia always felt like home.Bridgetown
Tall ships from even the most distant parts of Erith waited in the harbor, sometimes for days on end to unload cargo and
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Blinded By ShadowsShadows of the past, of horror and despair shrouded the lofty, vaulted ceiling of Castle Seinrill’s main audience chamber. Icy fingers of night gripped, and clawed at the walls, their advance held back only by the muted, flickering light of braiser and candleabra, paiting subtle swathes of light on a canvas of shadow and silently augmenting the overwhelming sense of foreboding gloom like the middle ground between the fading golden light of a summer afternoon as thunderheads slowly eclipse the sun. A cruel ballet of warm and cold, of darkness and light, it played tricks on the eye and ran chills through the heart, alBlinded By Shadows
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End At The Beginning“It’s finished! Isn’t it…?”End At The Beginning
Above the Stormrider a night sky of black silk dusted with silver stretched into the distance. Below it an ocean of soft white clouds bathed in shadow and moonlight drifted alongside the airship as it sailed alone on the sea at the top of the world. Once again her captain was awake and once again he found himself unable to think of something to write. This time it wasn’t what to write. Now, he struggled to find the right way to end it. Dartimen sprinkled a pinch of fine grain sand over his words making sure the ink was dry for the hundredth time; and for the
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BalanceArashi knelt down at a small table after teleporting Lilly to the cave beneath the Mountain of the Four Monks. His breath was short, and he felt light headed. Lilly had cured the poison, but his body was badly damaged. His age had finally caught up with him. He picked up a still warm cup of tea and closed his eyes, enjoying the elixir's scent. Arashi took a small sip and opened his eyes.Balance
He was no longer alone.
A man of no more then 30 winters, dressed in simple wizards robes sat across from the Korukai sensei. He smiled and poured himself a cup of tea. Arashi nodded wordlessly and took another sip.
"I'm
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Murder Over RiceAsbury Park, New Jersey September 23th 1916Murder Over Rice
The early autumn of 1916 was as fine a time to be alive as any I suppose. The bucolic scenery of central New Jersey is quite a sight when fall has just begun to tint the air with a faint chill. The colors of summer, it's greens and golds quickly develop a lovely patina of red and brown as if nature itself were rusting. Metallurgical metaphor aside, it's quite a thing to be walking through a maze of picturesque and perfect foliage and then suddenly wind up at the beach. New Jersey is not without a unique brand of cloak and dagger su
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The Memoirs of Solomon Jack-Forward-The Memoirs of Solomon Jack
My story isn't terribly different from any one else's story. A few glaring omissions here and there, sparing you, dear reader from the details of private matters, though I have made every possible effort to remain as true to form to the essential truth of the events of my life as memory and circumstance will allow. The more intimate and disgusting moments will remain unceremoniously banished to the cutting room floor. I mean this quite literally. They were included in the first draft of this tome, but after a glass of milk laced with Laudanum and just a splash of coffee liqueu
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ReflectionDartimen wandered through the city streets looking for a building to hide in that wasn't on fire. The angry shouts and barks from his pursuors had forced him towards the smell of low tide, and with it the docks. The lighthouse wasn't completely engulfed in flames and since most of it was made of stone, he decided that it would be a safe place to lay low for awhile. It may also give him some time to think about why exactly he was running from a mob of angry monks in a city that was now burning to the ground. Sure it may technically have been his fault, but now was no time to assign blame and with anyReflection
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An Uneasy MeetingDartimen walked down the gangplank of the ship and quickly disappeared into the dockside crowd. Most sailors on shore leave make for the nearest watering hole and Dartimen was no exception. He wasn't interested in a drink however. He reached into his pocket, making certain the amulet was still there. A quick visit with Rand then off he'd go again. Speed was the key, there was no need to waste any more time in this dreadful city then necessary. The crowd was already thick and grew denser as he approached the line of taverns that ran the length of the great sea road that led fromAn Uneasy Meeting
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I'm a fantasy and science fiction writer. I've been doing it for some 15 years now. Oddly enough the only thing I've ever had published was poetry. I've spent the majority of my time writing a fantasy epic I call 'Common Ground.' While there is a fair amount of fiction the largest work is simply an encyclopedic setting guide detailing the world itself, from history to physics and metaphysics to gods and goddesses, mythologies and philosophies. Some of it you can read here in the gallery. In addition I've been recently writing (in a hazardous on-again off-again sort of way) a steakpunk-electromagnetic space western, a modern espionage themed drama similar to 'Fringe' or 'The X-Files' as well as a period horror work I'm doing cooperatively with another writer. I don't post often but I'm here pretty much daily. Feel free to say hi.  |
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