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Wednesday, September 1st, 2010
I never really know what to make of things when you get someone else’s interpretation of your work. Here’s the cover art for the ebook of Emun of Mor, due out real soon…
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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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Tuesday, July 13th, 2010
Well, they’ve been hinted at since near the start of the saga and now they draw ever nearer. This a test of how I want to portray the Darklings (vampires and other creatures of the night) within the saga.
This text will not appear as is it is merely to show how they think and act.
With my eyes closed I can feel all of the living things that surround you. The cockroach with its quivering antennae and hooked feet that tug at the fibres of your discarded clothes. There’s a moth fluttering around the night-light that dimly glows by the skirting board. And the mouse, scurrying beneath your bedside table dining on those crumbs that you dropped in your hurry to switch off the light. Then there is you with your face turned toward the pallid moon that colours your skin a pale gray through the open curtains rippling in the breath of the night.
The moon may be cool but your skin is warm I can feel the passion within your soul: your desires are not unknown to me. I open my eyes to look upon your partially covered flesh the silken wraps in which you sleep reveal everything that you would wish to conceal. I move in close; you purr softly as you sense me draw nigh your flesh. My breath is intoxicating. As you turn toward me your wrappings slip from your porcelain-like skin revealing the fullness of your glory. I close my eyes once more so that I may feel your rhythm rise in the anticipation of our embrace. I can smell your perfumed neck infused with the rich aroma of your musk. Your blood is close now I can feel it swirling through your heart as it beats to the rhythm of my own. Already we are one even before my lips are upon your neck and then with a soft sigh you are mine. Our blood is one.
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Monday, July 5th, 2010
“Very well,” Magnus picked up the tiny parcel, “It is cold.” Heheld it out in the palm of his hand.
“Do not ignite your flame,” Jourell snatched the jewel from Magnus’ palm.
“But..” the look in Jourell’s eye was enough stay the hand of a thousand mages.
“Already it finds a weakness in you. All it want is light and it will call its master,” Jourell shoved the jewel into a small leather pouch and tucked it inside his armour. “I will take it after all.”
“Thank you. I never even thought about what I was doing,” Magnus withdrew his hand, “you should go at once and do what must be done.”
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Thursday, July 1st, 2010
Finished the edit on Emun of Mor. The publisher actually made it quite easy. Now to wait for the cover art and any feedback…
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