From an Angel's point of view, here is an account of the day Lucivar and his followers were banished from Heaven... A rare up-close and personal look at the entire issue.
Wyvern's Project 5, chapter four. More of Rob, Sarah and Gary.
A story about love, about religion, about a goddess that shouldn't be, or doesn't want to be...she hasn't decided yet.
Oberon, the dragon king of the Realm, a sanctuary world created to protect magical beings from mortal persecution, reflects on how the Realm came to be and on his own role and status within it.
This is the beginning of the end of something that is currently in the middle of the beginning of its own end...confused? I sure hope so. Newayz ya I'm doing these parts in short little things because this is still being editied. Have fun reading :D
Welcome to the twisted, ugly world of Kedemar. This is the latest thing my muse threw at me and demanded me to write. If this continues, I plan to tackle all the things that really leave me floundering - first person perspective, some stirring dialogue, dynamic characters, increased vocabulary, some big plot twists / revelations, and as always, leaving things hidden for the reader to discover. I'm also going to broach ever so slightly into sci-fi, however it is still grounded firmly in the world of fantasy. A word of warning. This is not a pretty story. It is vastly different from the rest of my pieces. There will be blood, death, politics and religion - though not all in this one chapter. If you don't mind that, then please keep reading. Depending on the reaction, I might or might not keep posting chapters up.
Wyrdman has managed to endure his first encounter with the priest, and has now arrived at his destination: the elusive Shrine of Shadows. However, he now has to deal with the guardians of the shrine, who he expects not to condone his views. However, the unexpected seems to feel it is its duty to occur.
I hope the ending does not seemed rushed, I was excited to be finishing it and eager to move on to what comes next. This chapter will hopefully serve to give you more background information on Desana and in particular her homelife as a child. She may seem mildly irrational (or comical?) at times, but believe me, once Desana gets an idea into her head, it's hard to shake. You might get inklings as to what is going to happen to her in the future, but hey, I know the whole story so what can I say?
A horror of religious nature and such. Also a practice in symbolism centering around religious themes. Notice the Seven Deadly Sins? Happy Halloween everyone! :D
This is the best of the stright high fantasy that I've ever written. There are alot of artists out there who have drawn Johnny D for me. Perhaps someday I'll get around to building a tour for it (if there is a demand).
I don't know... I was thinking about World Humanities and strange things last night. A sentance got stuck in my head and wouldn't let me sleep until I wrote everything out. Satan did kind of have a legalist view on things huh? God had a more... Confucious... ist? view on things. Satan: Everyone is bad, punish them right away, given the chance they'll do the wrong thing. God: Everyone is good, give them the chance they'll do the right thing. I don't study the bible, that's just what I know; and I'm not even sure of it. Well... enjoy, comment. Critique.
Hunter's Blade continued, eventually this'll all be in one story, but I need to have at least two before i'm posted - surely this is allowed? :) *Innocent grin*
A script that I wrote. Cupple of nice ideas. Maybe I'll draw it some day.
Mara threw off the sheets to cool herself off when she heard someone wailing in the distance. She sat there, listening to the sound until there was no mistaking it, a woman was crying outside her chambers. Mara slid off her bed and into her slippers and crept to her door.
Another text that was supposed to be something else. Started out as a short piece of information on the Moons religion, worshipping the two moons in my world. Then I discovered that the text rhymed, so I just split the lines and added more verses. Somehow I think my inner poet managed to compel my subconscious. So, here we have a spiritual/religious hymn/chant/song to the two holy moons!
In the hot, humid world of Izcalli, people learn to survive through stone and religion. Over the centuries, the Gods forgotten, renamed, changed. And they don't like it.
An odd discussion concerning religion. For you people who easily overreact I have one tip: don't. It's not serious or worth the time to discuss.
This was written a few years ago, when my friend Angel was a major source of inspiration in my life. This was my way of saying thanks.