Captian's Log… The Eyes of God 6 Mar 2018 Read the introduction here. This is not as edited as I would have liked, please bear with me in any egregious grammatical errors. Dry, it all was dry. The leaves on the…
Captian's Log… Introduction: The Eyes of God 5 Mar 2018 It had been three weeks since the riverbed went dry. The moldering smell of mud hung thick in the air without a breeze or wind to move it, to refresh…
Captian's Log… Intraworld: Beginnings of Part 7 4 Mar 2018 It has been some time since I gave Intraworld any attention. Below is a rough beginning to a new chapter. The knight soon fell asleep, his broken arm limply hanging…
Captian's Log… Wolf Head: Rescue 3 Mar 2018 Check out my latest installment of Wolf Head: Rescue Here is a snippet of the Chapter: Tachi hangs her head, recaptured, found out, once again a slave. Distracted, she lets…
Guest Blogger Excuse me, but I do have a memorial in Jerusalem! (Part 2) 2 Mar 2018 Read part 1 here: Excuse me, but I do have a memorial in Jerusalem! (Part 1) As we continue our study in appetite, let’s start the day off with a bit…
Captian's Log When Has Trump Gone Too Far? 1 Mar 2018 The Great and Mighty Andrew Klavan, may his head shine forever, deigned to ask a question of us his audience: At what point has Trump gone too far? This seems…
Captian's Log Sonnet: The Way 28 Feb 2018 Please read: The Way Wherefore I seek the path which journeying possess said travel’s cause, the way itself reason despising comfort, that freeing. . . Continue reading: The Way
Captian's Log… Wolf Head: Beginning Part 21 27 Feb 2018 Here is an early, unedited look at part 21 of the Wolf Head Series. Tachi hangs her head, recaptured, found out, once again a slave. Distracted, she lets the furious…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Vampire’s Revenge 26 Feb 2018 A man sat outside begging, his unwashed stench sometimes wafting in with the summer breeze through the open window. He sat holding a little tin cup in one hand, stretching…
Captian's Log Hard Love 25 Feb 2018 I want to tell them the truth, to love them, but know my tongue must cut like a surgeon, must possess art this young stutterer lacks. So I pray my…
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