Nighttime blabbering 858

Different tones and voices in a novel tell a story better.

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And tomorrow is another day, another challenge.

Chasing Shadows (NOVEL SNIPPET)

Just a little piece from my WIP.

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My work in progress is surprisingly progressing.

Erthorn: A fantasy comic book (OUT NOW)

Comic books aren't just for kids, you know.

Domes of Whirland (snippet)

My family abandoned me, left their child here on the mountain, with an old man to spend its days. That man accepted me and took me inside his hut full of bones sticking out the walls and roof, which resembled a hedgehog's back. Ancient tusks, carved with symbols, fractured to a full length gave a …

Captain of the Silver Feather

Flames outlined their shape on the armor as they stepped out of the darkness. "This is the ninth village, Captain. The Ashgadis have outsmarted us again, ”Nanur said plainly, turning to the Captain behind the line of horsemen. "It was as if their horses had been given wings and rushed to burn the legacy of Kord …

Cimmerian around the clock (Story for Rudra)

This is a story, like any other, a tale of lovers. When settlers came to the frontier, natives thought they’ll bring their belongings, but they took with them an omen, legends of old, pre-religion and civilization. The land was fertile; the water was clear, air frosty and sharp in the lungs, a beautiful sight for …

Viking Charge (reloaded)

Shipwrecked against the pearly shore of the foreign island. Trees were dancing, full of wind that shook their voluminous crowns, absent life, right there on the stone ridge where our flags flapper proudly. The chieftain placed his Vendel helm on, blew his nose and then he grabbed his round shield and the longsword. Battle ready men awaited the …

Deathbringer (Full story)

Rain, like it could wash away my sins, set me pure, unburden my shoulders from the screams and the nightmares - beat on the roofs, muddy ground, and the whole village. Heavy drops clinked on the blade at a rapid pace, washing the blood into the streams that ran dark red in the street. I …