Ismus and the Deity of Death

A story of a demon and a cursed mortal. If nothing matters, then fall. I know you’ll just save me. I won’t. I’ve already tried a dozen times now. You won’t let me die. Would you like to gamble your life one last time? You won’t let me die. Then fall, Ismus. Somewhat intrigued? Check…

The Demon Lord and His Empty Heaven

Another excerpt of The Dark Hero! Check out the Dark Hero tab on my blog to read the rest. ~~~ Like the late Gods of Infinion that once had lived in their chambers above, a divine space for Gurutrov had also been constructed. He was neither god nor mortal, but his creation of an entire…

Nobodies in Rodem

Here’s another sample of The Dark Hero. If you’ve read Accursed Red, you understand what’s going on. I have five sample chapters of my book on here, just click the Accursed Red tab, and you’ll see the entire list of links to the chapters. (I will warn you: I changed a few things before I…

The Town: Part 4

To her feet ran millions of gold threads from her tiny head, flush against pallid, chalky skin. Like anyone in the town, she had two eyes: one eye a solid green; the other a dense brown. It was the charm and utter magnitude of her naked feelings that made her such an extraordinary spectacle; the…

The Town: Part 3

“I don’t know, Jac’n… she… she smells like the forest.” “She looks like a horse gal.” “Oh, yeah. She loves ‘em.” “So when’s this wedding happening again?” “Spring.” “Hmph… I still can’t believe you married a girl.” “Is that right?” “I don’t mean it to be sideways, Zackhy, but I… I find it real unfair…

The Town: Part 2

The two had married fifteen minutes after they had met each other. Not physically of course—for only a true fool would commit such a lustful crime. But rather in each of their minds they had formed a simple thought, one devoid of gowns and cakes and people and midnight: to marry until the sun stopped…

The Town with Three Buildings

I think I had lived in a time of despair and chaos. There were six doors total I remembered, half of them to enter and the others to exit in a scuttle. At least, I suppose that’s how I did it. Ten guards, fifteen total people. I had no friends growing up. I learned to…