Scrawl

The first compliment she had ever given him concerned his eyes.

“They’re grounding,” she said, while looking at anything but him, “even when you’re angry.”

His eyes had been a private pride ever since.

6

I’d been walking around, looking for something. I don’t quite know what, but by the time I actually stopped searching, night had arrived in earnest. True dark fell over me like a cloak to freeze my bones clean through. There were no people on this block. No soul but my own. It was odd—this solitary wild, where the evening chill continuously chased the hour. Bundles of gathered leaves and branches were haphazardly gathered on the far right side of the walkway. They were soggy; the leaves curled at the edges. If I didn’t already know that winter had gone, then I might’ve been fooled.

Lights from the houses that were lined up in neat rows around me all burnt out one-by-one, until all that remained was the streetlight standing sentinel thirty feet too far.  That was okay though. I had a lighter and a hand to block the wind. A single flickering flame. Shakable, but familiar.

It was late now. Everybody had gone.

I thought that maybe it was time for me to go, too.

Heartstone Snippet (Book 4)

Book 4 Draft. Ending section of Chapter 1.

It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything remotely related to fiction. My skills have rusted. There’s a little too much narration in this… a little too much everything honestly. It needs to get cleaned up, which I will do soon I’m sure. (I hope.)

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His hands glowed blue as he invoked his power.

Maurice crouched to press each digit onto the crystal. It reacted to everything he released. The awareness that he’d roused the remnants trapped within discomfited him in more ways than one. Even still, he didn’t let that stop him. There was too much at stake for fear.

Eventually, it reached a point where he was no longer unleashing his magic. The tendrils that stirred inside actively took. They slurped more than he was willing to give, utterly unconcerned for his well-being. Each second that passed bled the lifeblood from his veins. He’d be nothing more than a hollow husk if he allowed this to continue. But he couldn’t pull away no matter how much he tried. Sight and noise were made dim by an unknown veil abruptly cast upon him. The shape of a world he sought appeared, brilliant and gleaming, before his eyes. The illusion was hazy along the edges. A distorted dream that flickered on and off to leave a cupped hole of emptiness whenever he tried to reach for it.

A sparkling light appeared in front of him. The same one that did all of those years ago when he’d trapped Thelarius. It shined gold with the promise of a future close enough to taste. He craved that future. More than he’d ever craved anything before. His head snapped to the side when a distant voice called out, as deep and immense as a call to the ocean. Moments passed before he realized that it was saying his name.

Maurice reached out.

Scrawl

He breathed, slow and measured, to test how the world felt now that the storm had gone to reveal a world kissed by the sun. It broke gold and glorious over the horizon.

A kind reminder of how peace could so easily triumph over restlessness.

Book Excerpts: The Weeping Grove

I’ve been working tirelessly on improving two things in the third installment of Heartstone. That is, fighting and romance scenes. So, here are two excerpts from that book to show you all the fruits of my labor. At almost 550 pages, the third book is the longest one I’ve ever written (and it will most likely be the longest in the series.) I’m trying to whittle it down, but every time I go to edit it, I only seem to be making it longer.

More information about my books can be found HERE.

The Hedgehog and the Weasel

A little grey hedgehog once lived between the roots of the old oaks along the edge of the forest.

Hedgehog has always been content to live in solitude and whisper his stories to the flowers, but as the trees continue to fall and the hairless animals carry off pieces of his home, he decides to set off on a journey. The river murmurs songs to him from the edge of the world, so surely, somewhere out there, there must be a less treacherous field for him to call his own.

Hedgehog follows the blades of grass. Some are taller than he is. He likes those because the shorter ones have small voices that he can’t hear very well. As he walks, there are times when the wind sighs as if to tell him that he’s in over his head, but that isn’t any of the wind’s business, so he flexes the spikes on his back and carries on.

Quote of the Day

You are not an option, a choice or a soft place to land after a long battle. You were meant to be the one. If you can wrap yourself around the idea that you are something incredible, then you will stop excusing behavior that rapes your very soul. You were never meant to teach someone to love you. You were meant to be loved.

-Shannon L. Alder-

Vero

So, I’m now on Vero if any of you are interested in that. It’s a new social media platform for ios and android that I was directed to by some artist friend of mine. It’s pretty cool so far. Reminds me of tumblr with the way the new post tab is set up. It’s very sleek, although a bit difficult to use at the moment since it’s still in beta. But they’re getting quite a bit of users, so I believe they’ll be developing fairly quickly over the next couple of weeks.

If any of you are on it, shoot me a message. I’m looking for some people to follow.

Amazon Giveaway

I’m holding an Amazon Giveaway for my book, The Drowned Tower! All you guys need to do is follow my page there.

Here’s the link: https://giveaway.amazon.com/p/9c3be25db4fa77de

Book Sale

My book’s currently on sale on AMAZON if any of you want to grab it. 🙂