This is a chapter that was edited out of the final manuscript for The Wielder: Sworn Vengeance. An obvious warning: if you haven’t read Sworn Vengeance, this won’t make a lick of sense to you.But if you have, it does address a few questions. It also shows that Arthur wasn’t the only with vengeance on the agenda.This is a chapter that was edited out of the final manuscript for The Wielder: Sworn Vengeance. An obvious warning: if you haven’t read Sworn Vengeance, this won’t make a lick of sense to you.But if you have, it does address a few questions. It also shows that Arthur wasn’t the only with vengeance on the agenda.This short is provided as a “happy” for our readers. Well, maybe happy isn’t exactly the word to use about this short bonus chapter. You’ll see. Views: 467
Part One: Shadows and StarstoneIvo, Jaeger, Jadeth, and Emaranthe must protect a desert village and it’s hoard of Starstone, a power source that can aid the Dro-Aconi’s plans for the dominion over Ein-Aral. Can the companions battle inner demons long enough to defeat legions of enemies and keep their leader, Alarandia, from seizing the Starstone?A thousand years ago the gods known as The Four created the Immortals to protect and defend their world against an invader known as the Dro-Aconi—and then vanished. Left to fend for themselves, the three races of Ein-Aral and the Immortals banded together to save the world. Part One: Shadows and StarstoneIvo, Jaeger, Jadeth, and Emaranthe must protect a desert village and it’s hoard of Starstone, a power source that can aid the Dro-Aconi’s plans for the dominion over Ein-Aral. Can the companions battle inner demons long enough to defeat legions of enemies and keep their leader, Alarandia, from seizing the Starstone? Views: 467
Ever wonder what happened after the final pages of Sweet Thing?
From his candid and sometimes neurotic point of view, Will tells all in this musical and sexy follow-up novella to Renée Carlino’s USA Today Bestseller.
Life is pure bliss for Mia and Will. They have a puppy, a loft in Brooklyn, and a new music studio on the rise. It seems things couldn’t get any better for this talented couple when life decides to throw them a sweet little curve ball.
They quickly learn that things don't always go according to plan. Sometimes happily ever after is one giant leap of faith away.
With the help of good music, good friends, and one eccentric old lady, they overcome a few of life’s little bumps to find the sweetest thing of all.
Watch this duo grow in more ways than one in SWEET Little THING. Views: 467
Short story, 12 pages approx. Undercover narcotics agents Michael O'Neill and Baby Johnson, still suffering PTSD from the Vietnam War, quit the Australian Bureau of Narcotics and move to the far north coast of New South Wales. Johnson hopes to renew his relationship with Star. O'Neill thinks settling down with long-time girlfriend Azure might be the solution - but that remains to be seen.Short story, 12 pages approx. Undercover narcotics agents Michael O'Neill and close friend Baby Johnson, still suffering PTSD from the Vietnam War, quit the Australian Bureau of Narcotics and move to the far north coast of New South Wales. Johnson hopes to renew his relationship with Star, whom he met while tracking down the notorious heroin dealer, God. O'Neill thinks settling down with long-time girlfriend Azure might be the solution - but that remains to be seen. Views: 467
At seventeen Lily Culpepper was made a vampire. After ten years of living under the control of the vampire who made her she has lost all hope of regaining the life she once had. Lily is ready to complete her transformation into a vampire and give up her humanity until her first and only love comes back into her life. Matthias Sawyer reminds her of what it was like to be seventeen and in love.At seventeen Lily Culpepper was made a vampire. After ten years of living under the control of the vampire who made her she has lost all hope of regaining the life she once had. Lily is ready to complete her transformation into a vampire and give up her humanity until her first and only love comes back into her life. Matthias Sawyer reminds her of what it was like to be seventeen and in love. When Lily finds out that she has caught the attention of the notorious vampire Queen, Matthias is the only one she can turn to for help, but Lily soon realizes that after ten years Matthias’ life has also changed and she wonders if she can trust him. Lily realizes that she can no longer straddle two worlds; she has to choose between her life as a vampire or her human love. Views: 467
"Once upon a time a little girl woke up in the dark and thought to herself, 'I seem to have forgotten something.'" And so Anna's quest for what she has forgotten begins... 'Anna' is a short, dark fable that can be enjoyed by all ages."Once upon a time a little girl woke up in the dark and thought to herself, 'I seem to have forgotten something.'The shine from her night-light stretched long shadows across the floor and the walls, but she hardly noticed those as she climbed down from her bed. The cold floor made her squeeze in her toes and stumble on her heels over to her slippers.'Oh Rus, I seem to have forgotten something.'Rus, rather, Russel T. Brown, was a grizzled, old, one-eyed bear. He slept, most nights, on the floor under a corner of the bed: not quite under it, but not quite in the open. When he spoke, he spoke with a soft murmur. It was all his stitches would allow.'Why Anna, what could you have forgotten?'”And so Anna's quest for what she has forgotten begins...'Anna' is a short, dark fable that can be enjoyed by all ages. Views: 466
Humour ahead: The works of Howard of Warwick are hilarious and very silly. If you value your historical proprieties look away now.After 1066 not all the Normans were in England. Those left in Normandy were up to no good and the ghastly Le Pedvin, wants one of them dealt with.Brother Hermitage, the most medieval of detectives, and his companion Wat, weaver of tapestry you wouldn't want your children to see, are dispatched to the Norman home-land to bring a killer to justice. How they do it is up to them and why they're doing it is none of their business; they have their orders and the consequences of disobedience will be death – as usual.It's not clear what Le Pedvin is up to.It's not clear that anyone is actually dead.Not much is clear about Norman villagers at all.It's definitely not clear how Hermitage and Wat are going to get out of this alive.But it will be.... Views: 466
"It's like she stood out from the darkness." Mister Lawrence said. He is blind so what does that mean and how could this affect his day to day life? Would you like to find out? Well, see what is wrong with Mister Lawrence. Is he losing his mind or is his mind trying to show him something?Elderly gentleman Mister Lawrence is grief stricken by the death of his mother. While reminiscing about the good times he had with her, Mister Lawrence could not get over what he regretted most about his relationship with his mom. He wished that he could remember what his mom looks like. He has always had a sense of what she is like from his youth before going blind, but no mental image to hold on to. Not being able to actually know what she looks like is keeping him from getting over her death. Later on, he begins to have this strange dream that allows him to notice where things are. What he experiences in his dream also begins happening while he is awake and causes him a lot of trouble with his day to day activities and with those around him. Many believe that he is going crazy but some believe otherwise. Find out what is going on with Mister Lawrence. Is he losing his mind or is his mind trying to show him something? Views: 466
An observant boy goes to the park, returns home, and has a conversation with his mother in a fabricated, unlikely, never-happened, plausible, impossible, invented, realistic coming-of-age story. What Never Happened: An Observation, a short story, was first published in Waccamaw, Issue 7.An observant boy goes to the park, returns home, and has a conversation with his mother in a fabricated, unlikely, never-happened, plausible, impossible, invented, realistic coming-of-age story. What Never Happened: An Observation, a short story, was first published in Waccamaw, Issue 7.From What Never Happened, An Observation:I was a boy. (Dear reader, for the last time I say to you, please remember that this is only a story, meant to comfort friends, relations, and acquaintances, and as such it only exists in your head and those heads who have heard it.) As a boy, I was not especially different than other boys, though I was somewhat indifferent towards them. Of girls, I remember the existence of none save my mother and other assorted relatives: a passel of cousins, an aunt, and a grandmother. I was predominantly interested in myself, though not in a selfish way. I was simply not aroused by games of sport or make-believe or conversation. Allow me to make myself clear: sport, make-believe, and conversation were three of my most cherished pastimes, but they were activities I preferred to conduct with myself. With others these pastimes were diluted, somehow losing their piquancy.What I was most passionate about, though, was observing. I would sit for hours in the same spot, quietly taking mental note of my surroundings. I would not speak my observations, nor would I write them down. I would simply take mental note of the position of a fork on a table, of the number of tines it had, of the sharpness of those tines, of the curvature of the head, of how gracefully the head met the handle at the neck, of any ornamentation on the handle, of any fingerprints. I would note the construction of the table, how its disparate parts were joined, the lay of the grain of the wood, the pattern of the sunlight splashed on the tabletop, the angle of sunlight entering through the window, the shape of a leaf outside the window. When I could fit words to my observations, I did (silently), but I never forced the issue. I did not wish to force my surrounding reality to conform to words if no words were adequate. For example, if the pattern of light on the table was rhombic, I would say so silently to myself, and so too if I could say with reasonable probability that the light passing through the window (forgiving refraction) entered the kitchen at an angle of 30, 45, or 60 degrees while my mother spread peanut butter and jelly on bread for me, I would use just those words. But more often than not, the pattern of light was decidedly unrhombic and indeed indescribable, just as the angle of the sunlight’s penetration was generally immeasurable and inestimable. In such instances, I would wordlessly observe and make wordless mental note. The words, after all, were not what I was after. Words were merely tools. I was after the thing itself. Views: 466
A fairytale and social story for parents about autism and social communication.Princess Gladys is the light of her father's life and the apple of his eye, but parenting turns out to be far more complicated than King Sidney could ever have imagined. Left alone to care for Gladys following the death of her mother in childbirth, the kindly old King finds himself increasingly baffled by his daughter's unusual and often challenging behaviour. When he seeks the help of the Royal Physician, Dr Otto Von Blotto, things go from bad to worse... The Princess and the Peas is a short fairytale about Autism and social communication. Unusually for a fairytale, King Sidney's journey toward understanding his daughter is perhaps more relevant to the parent reader than it is to the child listening in. Views: 466
