The Other Side of the Coin The Other Side of the Coin By Megan Cutler | May 1, 2017 | Comments 0 Comment Way in the long ago, a friend and I discussed how interesting it would be to pluck Domerin out of the world he’s familiar with and plunk him in the middle of a new one where everyone he knew was an evil version of themselves. Basically the fantasy equivalent of the evil goatee universe for … Read More Read More
The Assassin’s Guild and their Dragon-Marked Master The Assassin’s Guild and their Dragon-Marked Master By Megan Cutler | March 13, 2017 | Comments 0 Comment I realize, despite previous promises, I haven’t introduced many of my worlds yet. Let’s fix that, shall we? I’ve written excerpts from several worlds drifting around in my head in the writing prompts section, and it might be nice to have a little context for them. I have rather generic names that I use to … Read More Read More
The Seeds of Chaos; a Tale of Envy The Seeds of Chaos; a Tale of Envy By Megan Cutler | January 27, 2017 | Comments 0 Comment “Hello Kitty-Cat.” The way Crescent bristled, Elian could tell the greeting struck the desired nerve. It was easy to imagine the other man in his furred form, hair standing on end, tail swollen to express his aggression; especially when Crescent bared his teeth exactly the way a cat might. Pretending not to notice the effects … Read More Read More
A Sharp Cut A Sharp Cut By Megan Cutler | November 18, 2016 | Comments 1 comment This scene is a direct continuation from both This is What I Dreaded and Midnight Air. . . . “A quick, sharp cut is all it should ever take to kill your target.” It was the first lesson given to every assassin, repeated from the time they were old enough to hold their first knife. … Read More Read More
Midnight Air Midnight Air By Megan Cutler | June 24, 2016 | Comments 1 comment Ignoring the gut-clenching fatal drop spread beneath him, Elian planted his foot on the round edge of the skyscraper and leaned further over the abyss. Cool wind caressed his skin. He closed his eyes and let it wash over him. This high, the scents of sweat and garbage thinned, leaving only the iron tang of … Read More Read More
Shallow Breath Shallow Breath By Megan Cutler | March 18, 2016 | Comments 0 Comment Elian woke to a tangle of blankets and a flurry of shallow breaths. He knew better than to panic; if there were danger present, he would only offer an opportunity to attack. So he forced himself to lay still, gritting his teeth while his heart pounded in his chest, in his throat, in his ears. … Read More Read More
Not Everything has to Mean Something Not Everything has to Mean Something By Megan Cutler | December 18, 2015 | Comments 2 comments He had positioned himself in the one place in the tavern from which he could observe the door without standing out. Yet, a cursory scan of the room would make him instantly obvious to seeking eyes. The art of being simultaneously unobtrusive and obvious was a skill only mastered by assassins and prostitutes, but it … Read More Read More