Progress, Not Perfection
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Gilliam rested his hand on mace’s handle, straining his hearing for another sound. After a few seconds the cleric’s patience was rewarded when voices drifted through the night air towards them. He glanced at his nephew and was pleased to see he […]
I’m a pretty confident guy, but that confidence is balanced on a precipice that leads to chasm of self doubt. All it takes is a little push and I fall into the depths and I have a hard time clawing my way […]
The Day has finally come! Today is the official launch of my debut novel, Apocalypse Rising. If you click any of the buttons below you will be able to buy my book in either paperback or e-book format. I appreciate all comments […]
Tomorrow is the Official Release day for my first book, Apocalypse Rising. For those of you who have been reading my blog for a while, you know that from April, 2011 through April, 2012 I worked on a little side project where […]
For more than a year now i have been diligently posting on a daily basis (yes i missed a day or two, but i always made up for it right?), then last week i go silent. At first it wasn’t intentional, i […]
“We’re not ‘afraid of’ anything except giving you lot the idea that there is anything to talk about involving your God. Just who are you to decide what anyone should be talking about around here, anyway?” demanded Miriam. “Maybe we do it […]
Okay, I know it has been a while since I’ve posted anything but writing or a writing update, but this morning I woke up to find an alert on my phone. Was it an emergency? No. Did war break out? No. More […]
Gabriel stared at the capsule, Knowles’s last two words resonating in his head. Zero point. Before he had a chance to ask the doctor what she meant, she continued. “Zero point doesn’t refer to the mythical energy source, or the grade point […]
Just then, Tancogeistla rode by, as if an embodiment of our thoughts. Cavarillos was right. Our general’s face was flushed with the fire of liquor and he was unsteady in the saddle. Passing the lugoae, the levy spearmen, he cursed their leader and ordered them […]
He could not die. He remained, even as they ate into his half-buried torso. Dropping into the surrounding sea of leaves, burrowing and pulsing, tunnelling through his flesh and gnawing his bones; they made a home. He’d been aware of them throughout […]
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