‘Mild’ they said. A ‘mild’ day of weather ahead, they had assured Paul. What a dick he felt like now...
Paul and the Inconvenient Pair of Pants
Traitor's Crossing
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...
The Cup of Jardenyre
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.
Night Owl
Did that punctuation belong there? It didn’t look right. And that word, surely that made absolutely no sense to have it in the phrase she did. Or was it? Maybe she was overthinking it, after all she had been at it for well over five hours...
Odd, quirky, with a slightly warped sense of humour, Thomas is a an author from the down-under, writing of life's oddities. Never liking to stay in one place for long, he writes in an array of genres, though will always find his passion in fantasy and sci-fi. Currently he is working on his passion project, 'The Ended Saga'.