Waking up to a crack from a whip across the back isn’t any way any man should be awakened. Alas, dear friends, twas how James was awoken. Shaking his head groggily, he rubbed at his aching head and stinging back, blearily looking around to try and figure out what exactly had happened to him. Last he remembered, he was serving as a guard for a Jewish Caravan traveling through the Northern regions of West Francia towards Bretagne. Spice merchants, they’d employed him and three
Some of the time, you can only doubt that there is anything looking out for you. After all, you have been stuck here for, well, longer than you can remember. And really, when it comes down to it, memory is all you have left. Well, memory and rage. Can't forget the rage... that's what's kept you around this long, truth be told. Opening your eyes, you stare up from your nestled spot in the muck, the floating detritus within the water surrounding you making it difficult to see f
“I still can’t believe we’re in Paris!” Rhonda exclaimed, gushing over how fantastic her honeymoon was starting. She and Mike had been together for years, with no plans on marriage. Somehow that had changed a few months earlier, and now Rhonda was living the dream of officially being the wife of Scott Marche. Scott was walking alongside her, holding her mitten-clad hand with his own, enjoying the strings of lights and the warm feeling the city gave off, even though it was win
“A bargain, is it?” The voice hissed, a horrible croon that hurt Huan’s ears. “Why, I haven’t made a deal with anyone in many a year.” “What do you want with James?” “Quite a bit, truth be told.” The voice oozed. “But tell me, what do you want with him?” Huan was taken aback by the question. “I… I love him!” “Do you?” The entity asked. “Take a seat, confess your sins to me. We have time, for now.” “No!” Huan snapped. “Let us go! The professor will notice something is amiss so
Hey fellow gravediggers,
Just dropping a line to let you know what is percolating.
I have Knife, which has two more parts to it. Then there's A Deal With The...? which will be three parts. I posted a poll on Twitter, and a majority vote said that you all want an Old God story. I'll deliver part-one this Saturday, with A Deal With The...? Part Two on Sunday. Now, to the goal for January. I want all of you to take the following post and toss it up on your Facebook/Twitter/I
Lying back in the bed, Huan hummed a nameless tune as she listened to James shower in the bathroom. She was dressed in her usual sleeping attire, and was surprised at how warm she felt despite her simple shorts-and-shirt combination. Reaching into the nightstand, she pulled out a ziploc baggie of rilled cigarettes. "Hey James?" She called out, putting a joint between her lips. "You going to be much longer?" James answered from within the shower. "Yeah, kind of sore after trai
The dim light offered by the electric lantern was just enough to create dancing warriors of shadow race along the walls of the catacombs. Water drizzled in from the cracks between the hewn stone slabs that composed the walls and floor, the moss green stone covered in alien script. The tunnel was four feet wide and five feet tall, enough for Professor Davis Nickel’s diminutive frame to walk down without complaint. Those with him weren’t as happy with their current lot, especia
I do book signings every once in a while, typically at used bookstores as they are the friendliest hosts that can be imagined. At my last book signing, an older gentleman and his eight-year-old son walked past my table.
"Look," the father said, pointing at me. "A real live author!" The child looked at me quizzically, and I merely smiled. "Go. Tell him about your new book!" The parent urged him, leaving me a tad surprised. For those that have penned a short story or two,