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It almost died…

Sunday, August 29th, 2010

The saga that is.

As a Christian many people with think that I write so pretty weird stuff, nay even demonic. I write about worlds filled with magic and wonderful creatures, impossible worlds and walking nightmares. Why? I have no idea other than that is what I like. I could write romance, historical stuff, horror, sci-fi etc etc In fact I have written some of those but at the moment the dominating genre in my thinking is fantasy.

I love the world that I have created, I see it in my mind, I can taste it, touch it smell, hear the sounds of battle and sense the life in the world in which it all takes place. If that ever stops then I will have stop too. When those close to me object, sometimes angrilly, it is upsetting as I have no explanation for why I do it other than the fact that I do.

Since my last entry here, I have a serious downer. Spent too much time listening to the condemnatory voices that rattle around in my mind like a scavenger feeding on the tiniest scraps of life. It took me sometime to get over it, when those nearest to you are the ones ‘attacking’ you it hurts bad. Emotional pain is worse than physical, emotions gnaw at you for years without mercy and even when you think that you have conquered one it can still come back and bite you again and again.

I have of course written something, a few thousand words, which will of course grow and grow as the story lines twist and weave themselves in and out of each other and I just have to know where its going. Don’t you?

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Vampire

Monday, August 2nd, 2010

Tonight’s finish

“Who’s there,” Stallo stomped his front feet trying as best he could to put on a brave display. There was a dull thud as his female companion slumped to the floor before she could even reach for her spear.
“Now it is just the two of us,” Bernie phased from the shadows.
“It’s you,” Stallo sighed, “I thought that it might be something dangerous to worry about,” he tried to chuckle but only succeeded in making himself cough.
“I’ve come to call in your debt,” Bernie knelt gently beside the stricken mamasaur keeping a watchful eye on Stallo as she carefully withdrew the spear from its neck and placed her mouth over the wound. She closed her eyes as she drank deeply from its life until the animal breathed no more.
“That’s disgusting,” Stallo said, turning his face away, “I don’t know how you could do that,” he said with an air of aloofness. Stallo let out a small shriek as he felt Bernie’s hand upon his throat.
“How shall I collect the debt,” Bernie looked at Stallo quizzically, “shall I slit you from throat to loin?” she drew a line with a blade as she spoke drawing a trace of blood. “Shall I spear you to the ground and twist until your screams can be heard back at your camp?” She swung her legs up and over Stallo’s back mounting him like a horse while keeping one of her blades pressed firmly to his throat. With a twist of her hips Stallo lay on the ground with the blade still at his throat and one stuck between his ribs draining the air from his lungs. “Now that I have your full attention I will take all that is due to me.”
“Wait,” Stallo gasped, “the female carries my child, you can have it when it is born. I know how much Darklings like newborns.”
Bernie looked toward the female closing her eyes, she could feel the rhythmic beat of the female’s synchronised hearts, “not even a good lie. When she wakes you will be dead and your tribe will not become the slaves of the Cherrup.
“No!” Stallo cried out all too briefly as he felt the fangs in his neck.
There was a huff of air as Bernie slid the blade along Stallo’s ribs releasing his final breath. Though Stallo was a large creature his life was drained from him in few generous heartbeats. Bernie stood up and looked down at the dead centaur, “Another time do not make deals in blood with Darklings as we always collect in full.” Bernie kicked the dried out husk breaking open its once muscular chest. The female centaur groaned softly as she attempted to lift her head from the ground but thought better of it.
Bernie sauntered over to the female, “stay away from Stallo’s people, they belong to us,” she stepped over the female and was gone.

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Ebooks of all kinds

Friday, July 30th, 2010

If you are interested in new authors you should try smashwords.com there are thousands of great reads there. You could do worse than try Dance on Fire by James Garcia.

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A long time coming

Thursday, July 29th, 2010

Ok, so I’ve been writing this fantasy saga for around three years. I’m 327 000 words in (third part) and finally the character that I first envisioned at the start shows her true colours. It’s not been easy to do as I love the character and the story and won’t have it turn into a horror novel, so here she is: the vamp.

Bernie sat on the roof of Arrborn’s house watching a cat stalk a mouse in the alleyway by the front door but what the cat did not know was that a larger predator was fast asleep at the other end of the alley and would not appreciate being woken up by a cat. A muted yelp was the last sound that the cat would ever make as the terrified mouse ran as fast as its scurrying feet could carry it. Bernie chuckled quietly to herself as she stood up and stretched out her arms. As she did so the darkest of imaginable purple straps appeared all over her body wrapping her in their skin tight embrace. Her long black hair billowed momentarily like a sail seizing the full strength of a storm. She lowered her head turning her eyes toward Oumtuk where an old score was about to be settled. Bernie turned toward the north and sprang from Arrborn’s roof landing silently on another rooftop three streets away. She leapt again snatching a small bat from the air which she held to her mouth and drained the creature of its life until it was a dried out husk which she dropped from her hand like a child’s toy glider that smashed into the houses below disintegrating in a cloud of dust. Bernie smiled to herself, energised, she half -leapt-half-flew across the city of El Aroi, clearing the mouth of the Great Cauldron in a single bound. Soon she was ascending the mountains that separated Grimlaw from Oumtuk snatching up small creatures as she went infusing their lives with her own. She was going to need something more substantial for the days ahead as she did not wish Emun to discover her true nature…

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