Introducing Captain Farreyl. Some time ago I kept a list of single-word prompts alongside a list of characters. I would roll a die to choose one at random, then write a short scene or character study inspired by the result. The piece below is one of those scenes. What a Captain Cannot Forgive. Captain Farreyl…
Guard Captain Gideon Ecbal huddled in a doorway, clutching his cloak tight around his neck. He shivered against the biting cold. Patrolling in deep winter was never a task to be relished. Winds off the Eastern Sea tore over Westpool with malicious intent. A flurry of snow had blanketed the docks, driving him and his…
So the editing process on \’There\’s an Orc in my Court\’ begins. I\’ve been feeling a bit aflutter in general lately, so re-reading this monstrosity of a book over for the first time since drafting it is feeling somewhat… daunting. I\’ve already got a few things I\’d like to add/change/re-write – which is all part…
Well, Sethraun, we\’ve come a long way together this month. A whole 50000 words together. That\’s right. Today, I finished the first draft of \’There\’s an Orc in my Court\’ at just over 50k words for NaNoWriMo. I am a 2022 winner! What does this mean? Well, I am now going to sit on this…
Seeing as we\’re nearing the middle of the month and I\’ve not updated with anything substantial in over a week, I thought I\’d better break my silence. Reading this month has really suffered due to the thing that is NaNoWriMo, for those not in the know, that\’s National Novel Writing Month. Where writers the world…
The relief on his weary expression was palpable. Never before in his long years had the Templar felt so relieved to cast his eyes on the hard wooden door of his chambers. The long years of service to The Light had earned Everard the reward of his own room to rest in and right now…
Love. He’d never been in it. Never wanted to suffer it. It clouded perspective and made a nuisance of itself. He’d not climbed to the heralded leader of the Soundless Sea’s inner sanctum by falling in love. And yet, when he watched Nyathena and her submissive, he couldn’t help but feel an angry stab of…
“You were too late,” came the symbiotic voice, echoing inside his mind; unheard by any else. “Really, I hadn’t noticed.” The Werewolf Hunter, Feracil, stated as he picked his way carefully through the dense, forest clearing. He’d been tasked with hunting a particularly vicious pack of wolves. The sort that wasn’t afraid to prey on…