Drifting

It begins with the stars. Man spreads his wings and the stars are all that consumes. Blue fire–they taste the ashes and name them future as they step into the black expanse. It begins with the warmth. The floor is around and under and in them, and the soil even deeper still, and the taste [...]

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Lively Life Updates and Shiny Reviews

Imagine me for a moment, if you would, as that little rabbit from Alice in Wonderland. I’m not late for any date, but I’m certainly at that feverish level of busy. If I bounce around and spring off anymore walls my head just may explode. Not literally, of course. I’m probably exagerrating. Hopefully. But the [...]

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Fallow Lands

Behold the salted land of plenty, raped and pillaged by its own devoted grace now stalked by storied banshee no lines by which to draw a brace.   What bounty once divined, what passion might have lain now blinded and maligned before the dusty plow could feign.   We are cracked callow and divinely sallow— [...]

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From the Dreamscape

The final chapter, as continued from part 1 and part 2: Disconnect. Static ambience…a one, two, three stumble into disarray. Everything cuts out as the dark one crosses the threshold, and the world spins around him. The floor is on his back–or is his back on the floor? To the sharp, drawn-out shrill of a [...]

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From the Dreamscape

A continuation from part 1: There is a girl, dancing. Alone in the pitiless darkness of the moonlit night, the wind catches her hair and sways her swirling body to and fo as the leaves of the endless rows of circling trees begin to whistle and hiss. She rides the storm. She slows with every [...]

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From the Dreamscape

Two figures lurch across an open field. These brothers come to stand mere feet apart, eyes locked as their hands steady above their belts. There are guns, somewhere, and knives eneath these, but the hands do not betray the moments–they know their duty to the instant, and so they wait. Morose reflections in a quaking [...]

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Inside Idasia: The Magic of Lecura

Magic, as they say, is often the difference between a wild sci-fi adventure, and a fantasy one. The world of Lecura, in true fantasy form, has its share of the magical, though it’s somewhat different from what you might call “traditional” fare. Of course that’s something of a misnomer, as nearly all the great fantasies [...]

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I wish upon an Indie

Author: a person who writes a novel, poem, essay, etc; the composer of a literary work. That wasn’t hard to define now was it? Ah, but these days the word is so much more complex, no? What sort of author are you, they ask. Genre? What does that tell us? No, sir, what I meant [...]

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Passing Fancy

It is a simmering summer in a sweltering land. I sit, somewhere between the fire and the horizon. There is no sound but the rustle of the page. Deep breaths. I am in the pages. The pages are in me. Drink them in. Names. Faces. Places. They wash over me and I am no longer [...]

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Relaxing the way to Creativity

Writers: booze is your friend. Well that got your attention, didn’t it? In truth, though, it may not be your friend, but definitely mine. Calm down, calm down. Please don’t call the parenting groups on me, and please don’t chalk this up to, “Oh dear, Galfie’s gone and gotten himself shnockered.” I am not about [...]

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