By the Sword Confession 24 Sep 2017 I must make it all clear, and yet to say it simply obscures everything. I killed our master, I left his bleeding corpse in the cold for you to find…
By the Sword… By The Sword: Update 21 Sep 2017 Hey, I've been working on putting up some finishing touches to the By The Sword serial. This won't be the final chapter or anything, but I am hoping I'll finish this…
Captian's Log… Wolf Head: Freedom 10 Sep 2017 His uneasy steps carry him over the pile of bones, their jagged edges threatening to pierce his bare feet. A cold blast of air rushes into the cave as he…
By the Sword… Serious Serial Serials 1 Sep 2017 I've added a new feature to my website. You can now find all the serials—three at the present—I've been writing, under one roof. I've really enjoyed these stories—don't worry, I…
Captian's Log… Wolf Head: Foreshadows 26 Aug 2017 Atop the hill, the three men stand like monuments. The leftmost, the shaft of his spear extending high into the sky, plants the butt of his weapon into the soft…
By the Sword… The Eagle and the Lamb 20 Aug 201719 Aug 2017 Perspective is a terrible thing, throwing into doubt, not our eyes, but ourselves, not the things around us, but the entire world those things occupy. I think, should an eagle,…
Captian's Log… Wolf Head: Partners 19 Aug 2017 Waking up, Richard shivers on the cold uneven cave floor. Wildly, his eyes try to pierce the impenetrable darkness. Sitting up, he turns his head back and forth, searching for…
Captian's Log… Wolf Head: The Wolf 5 Aug 2017 The priestess, mud still dripping from her white undergarments, contorts her face in horror. Before Richard can think, he hears the wicker door fly open, and the world turns read.…
Captian's Log… Intraworld: Floods of Darkness, Springs of Light 4 Aug 2017 The Librarian reads the fading text, his magic revivifying the moldy pages: I have in times since now lost track of weeks, months, years, knowing cycles only. The sun to…
Captian's Log… Wolf head: The Party 29 Jul 2017 Already dressed, the hunter sharpens his sword against the whetstone, the nearly silent scraping filling his cabin. The sun still falls, the sky dancing on the edge of night. Pouring…
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