Fantasy & Science Fiction Author
Illain looked over the board with dismay. The map had been near filled with small figures, clogging every inch of spare land. Foot soldiers clamoured over one another in the forests to the south. To the north, an entire army surrounded the keep of Vismir...
This month I had lucky chance to be interviewed by fellow author Nick Marone about my writing life and 'A Mountain Pass' from the anthology 'Journeys' released late last year.
“It’s ludicrous.” “It’s genius!” Tarr bellowed, triumphantly holding the wooden keg above his head as he waded in the shallow river waters..
Brahl was a dead man. The greataxe he heaved in his large hands would no longer save him, as across the rickety wooden bridge, his once friends stared at him with burning eyes of rage...
It's all happening! Book release, online launch, and inspiration for more!
Words found scrawled upon a console upon a derelict CAF ship, etched into the side by an unknown hand. Those discovered on the vessel had been long dead...
Scorching fire erupted from the towering beast’s jaws, Kallen’s shield instinctively shooting up, his body crouched tightly as he hid behind the thick iron...
The energy surged through him. He could feel the tingle as it wound its way down his limbs, almost as though it worked a bizarre magic across his body. Even his mind felt sharper, a keen blade that had been honed to a vicious point upon a whetstone...
The air was serene. Soft yet still. Marion could feel each light droplet of water that pattered onto the hood of her cloak, dripping down from the overladen branches that hung high in the forest’s canopy. High above, the sun hid itself behind the sea of low hanging clouds, leaving the forest’s floor pocketed with bursts of shadow...
Perhaps you have heard the tale before, perhaps not. In either case, you would find it wise to listen to my words, and let the story of Jardenyre’s cup treat your mind.
