A warrior's quest to avenge his family and reclaim peace in the land.
Aaaaand... we're back! Sorry for the removal of the first three chapters. I had something that came up which required me to remove them for a little while. They're back now. ^.^ Feel free to beat me over the head.
Companion poem to 'Alpha', 'coeur du sang' translates to 'heart of blood' from french. Basically the thoughts and veiled intentions of the last bride The First turns.
Inspired by Roshamon. The noblest warrior I could ever hope to know.
Please be sure to read the prologue. This is chapter 1. Please feel free to leave any reasonable comments and/or constructive criticism.
This is actually only a working title, but this story is a slight delve into religion crossed with a fantasy world; portraying religious figures into the human cast .. saying that it all sounds rather odd doesn't it :)
I wrote this story years ago - but possibly the first long length story i wrote, which was for a school assignment..
This story was inspired by a song, 'Undead son' by the finnish metal band Tarot from their last album ' suffer our pleasures' If you like true metal it's a must. The essence of this story is that a hero is someone who does what he has to do no matter if he is scared and confused. It turned out to be a rather dark and ' gothic' story. Perhaps even too dark in a way, but it almost wrote itself. Just as with the story ' Between fire and ice' it is a little linked to the novels i am writing on. Enjoy!
After battling the evil harpy queen, the Daemonslayers make an overnight stopoff that soon turns to disaster when it transpires the cantankerous cursed dragon Blackjack has not been entirely straight with his lycanthrope companions Shade and Soul. A tale of secrets, alcohol and unsavoury characters.
This is the first chapter of a larger story based in the city of Jek, following an aray of characters and their own stories and problems while a much larger problem that will effect all of the denizens of the city simmers underneath.
This is a story about the birth of legends and the price that those legends demand. This is the first chapter.
This is a short song from the world of the Realm, the second land I have created (and by far the nicer). Lidaen is the name of a Holy city; Raen is a forest in the Realm; and Kyraella is the plural of Kyrael, the title taken by the current member of a long line of warriors, chosen by fate and trained as warriors, magicians, healers, and general all-round good guys. If I ever wrote a big book, it would be about them. Verse 2 is translated in full in verse 3.
This poem was written for a friend of mine 'Angel' who is a cherished friend and to whom I give this poem as a gift. After living through a horrible storm and loosing everything to that storm ,I wanted to give her something special to show that I'm thinking of her and wishing a swift recovery! :) *hugs* For those wondering, the abyss is a role playing channel Angel runs and which I have the pleasure of helping out with :O) I hope you guys who are intrested in rps will email me so I can send you to see her web page and you can possibly join us one day!:)
Wet Bedsheets, warrior women, wise merchants, and an angry dragon. What more could you ask for in a fantasy tale? And the best part is, EVERYONE in the story speaks perfect American English.
Lachlan, our hero, returns home after that disaster with the last heiress only to find that a new, richer and even lovelier one is now seeking his aid and the aid of his brothers. Can Lachlan trust this mysterious beauty? Can he risk trusting her with anyone else?
(Resubmitting this after the great Elfwood Crash of 2005. Have you hugged a moderator today?) For centuries, the people of Surati have enjoyed the benefice of their Gods, in exchange for protecting the mysterious Orb of the Risen Sun. Now treachery has come to the royal house, and the orb itself is threatened, mobilizing an entire nation to fight in defense of the orb and their Gods.