Riftwalker is coming along pretty well at almost 40,000 words.  I know that it’s been a long journey for those of you who have been following this novel and its progress since I started it as part of the 2010 National Novel Writing Month, but rest assured, it will become reality this year, come hell or high water. I’m still in the progress of not only finishing the writing, but re-vamping the cover art since I’ll need it when...

A Path to Survival
Buried Soul / September 3, 2015

Patience was rarely a virtue; recovery was slow, vastly slower than she might have preferred. In the aftermath of the Calamity, aetherics were hard to come by since few actually remembered how to use them. Those who could did so haphazardly and with sometimes worse results than they tried to heal. Still, it was better than nothing. Allerian withdrew his hands away from her still-sore ribcage. “That is the best I can do for you ...

Buried Soul
Buried Soul / July 31, 2015

Chapter One The Darkness, My Enemy The world began in pain, darkness, and choking death; the sensation of being crushed beneath a mountainous hand as if they were naught but insects. Ringing in her ears sent her head reeling and each breath was a struggle; she cried out in pain, but could barely hear the muffled thrum of her own voice as it clawed its way from her throat. Tears burned trails like hot brands down each cheek, only to c...

Unexpected Tales
Leaves of Iron / July 4, 2015

The night began one way and ended, unexpectedly, in another. I wasn’t sure what to make of Sa’vern when I first encountered him. He seemed not unlike so many knights-errant that I’ve encountered in my travels: hidebound by his sense of duty, viewing himself only as a tool of the people. It made me wonder if he had known any other life than war or lands in conflict. He spoke briefly only of family long-since dead and spoke longer stil...

The Promise of Life
Fan Fiction Friday / July 3, 2015

Brynn settled her back against the massive oak that loomed over the party’s encampment.  They would arrive back in Red Larch some time tomorrow and she had to confess it would be good to get back to civilization for a while.  Granted, their search for the missing delegation had led to several dead-ends thusfar, but she was hoping that through her many donations to the town that they now took a vested interest in the party and i...

Growing Up Right
Author's Musings / June 28, 2015

When I was young my parents never said, “You must be a Roman Catholic or a Southern Baptist.  You have to choose, one or the other.”  They felt that religion, or the lack thereof, was a personal decision that I should make on my own when I felt the time was right.  It’s something that I largely love and respect them for because it’s let me explore the world without having it colored by the perceptions of heavy...

Even the Rose Withers

Ishgard… A place of insurmountable beauty trapped within the clutches of the depths of winter, where every breath threatens to freeze the heart betwixt one beat and the next.  A place so filled with its own sense of righteousness that the weight of it fills the air. Yet, as I have learned to my woe during the course of my studies, things of beauty are not meant to last.  Does not even the rose wither?  There is nothing in this world ...