CHAPTER 27 She found Harmon in his room, staring at a series of drawings affixed to the wall. In the center hung a meticulously detailed graphite illustration of a young dark-haired woman with handsome mediterranean features. Harmon's eyes shimmered with strange intensity from where he sat in statuesque silence in the middle of the spartan… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl (§.27)
Praise the horns—damn he who takes them. Praise the ulcers—hex he that makes them. Says the throng—around the fire. Edging closer—to the pyre.
"Goblin Slayer was calm as he delivered this answer that was no answer. He daubed his gauntlets with blood, then pulled a liver out from one of the bodies." —Kumo Kagyu, Goblin Slayer, Vol. 1 (2016) §.00 The first installment of the novel series Goblin Slayer, Vol.1 (2016), written by Kumo Kagyu (with illustrations by Noboru… Continue reading Originality By Way Of Cliche: Kumo Kagyu’s Goblin Slayer, Vol. 1 (2016)
§.21 The blue sheen swept over Harmon's pallid skin as he pulled on a pair of latex gloves and clicked on the login screen of Sprawls' ConneXt account. Harmon still remembered the password from when Sprawls had once asked him to login into his social media via the former's computer to update his followers on… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 21
Author’s note: The following text is a short chapter excerpt from my forthcoming novel, Tomb Of The Father. This installment will be one of the last chapter excerpts released until the book is completed. Lord Eadwulf's castle lay an hours ride from the city of Hableale, ensconced in rolling woodlands that trammeled out and merged… Continue reading Tomb of the Father: Chapter Three (Excerpt)
Composition based upon a pivitol scene from my forthcoming novel, Tomb of the Father.
if you see the shrouds he's come to spin a yarn and thrum a drum to gift you with a mask so fine it can't but help to ease the mind The Stitching Man is a friendly sort so easy in his eccentric gait you'd never suspect the masks he wore were borne of another's… Continue reading The Stitching Man
Night fell like a blanket of smoke over the hunters, the clicking of crickets in the forest beyond the old bunker, the only sound save for the rustling of the lonesome wind. The men were two in number, one middle aged and the other graying about the temples, languidly smoking a cigarette and listening to… Continue reading The Chittering
A man finds himself on the lamb from the law in a city contested by a demon, a paladin and a mysterious noble.