Nightmare

Nightmare

A sea of tall grass swayed in the stiff breeze. Colored blossoms bobbed and danced between the stalks, bright splotches of color like dots of paint still wet from the artists’ brush. Sunlight filled a sky empty of clouds and bluer than she’d ever seen. On the corner of her vision, Domerin Lorcasf stooped to …

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Autumn Reads: Dragon’s Fall: Rise of the Scarlet Order by David Lee Summers

Autumn Reads: Dragon’s Fall: Rise of the Scarlet Order by David Lee Summers

I hope you’ve been enjoying these features as much as I have! I’d love to do more in the future. My final feature for now is the marvelous David Lee Summers and his book Dragon’s Fall: Rise of the Scarlet Order. Three vampyrs. Three lives. Three intertwining stories. Bearing the guilt of destroying the holiest …

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Autumn Reads: Blade of the Destroyer by Andy Peloquin

Autumn Reads: Blade of the Destroyer by Andy Peloquin

As I mentioned yesterday, I’m featuring the work of three other fantasy authors on my blog this week and I couldn’t be happier! Next up is the fantastic Andy Peloquin and his book Blade of the Destroyer. Be sure to sign up for his newsletter! The Hunter of Voramis is the perfect assassin: ruthless, unrelenting, …

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Obsession Revisited

Obsession Revisited

Domerin’s smile faltered and he rushed to replace it with a false approximation. His partner was sensitive to his moods these days, especially those remotely negative, and he wasn’t in the mood for another argument. For months Kail had gone on about the Winter Solstice Ball in the capital, so enamored with the idea of …

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Stuck

Stuck

I’m waiting for a phone call. I hate this kind of waiting. It ties my insides into knots. I fidget and try not to focus on the subject I’m waiting to speak about, but it invades every aspect of my consciousness. Butterflies fill my stomach and my heart pounds in my chest. I tell myself …

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Time Sensitive Mail

Time Sensitive Mail

Beneath the half-finished designs of a wedding dress, beside the discarded plan for a new type of directed explosive, sat a half-finished letter. Ves plucked it from the pile of disorganized chaos, folded it carefully and tucked it into the envelope with the rest. That left only the final piece of correspondence. She had spent …

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