Fiction and Travel.
“We can’t keep running like this,” said Phren, out of breath. “We have to stop her. You’re a necromancer, how do we stop her?” “I have no idea. This isn’t some lost soul in the wilderness. This is a rotted goddess!” “There’s no hiding from this thing,” continued Phren, “and there’s no throwing it off.... Continue Reading →
Hey all! As promised in my previous post, here are the results of my Inktober. One thing that is different between this year's Inktober and last year's, is that this year, I dabbled a bit in sequential art whereas last year, the thought of making even a two-panel comic scared me to death. It still... Continue Reading →
Sunlight fell across the bed, across his broken body. Despite what he had told his apprentice, what he and other necromancers and exorcists told their patients, no one truly recovered from a demon possession. Even if the demon didn’t burn and fight, even if it was docile and dormant, the place carved out when it... Continue Reading →
Rot this. The way the exorcist talked, Innu wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon. Cyr’d be damned if she just sat on the porch until then. Muscles still shaking and tender from shouldering Innu down those stairs, Cyr dropped off the porch, strode through the mud, and over the short stone wall. The fifth level... Continue Reading →
If I was ice, he was fire. Melting away the socially acceptable curves and smooth opinions. Melting down to my flaming obsidian core, dripping like magma down trembling ice. He kissed me there, my most tender spot. I shuddered so hard the earth broke away. “You don’t have to be human if you don’t want to,”... Continue Reading →
The stranger came like rot on the breeze. Swift, silent, and unpleasant without making any lasting impression. He was ultimately forgettable – contextless in all contexts – and that kept him safe. There were two ways to stay safe that Cyr had come across in her short life: be frightening enough, or forgettable enough, and... Continue Reading →
You're swallowing fire again. You never promised to stop, but for your apprentice, I had assumed... This is no place to raise a child. Among the cold heather of the frozen highlands, eating roots and drinking broth, traveling with a master who forgets to cook for two, learning the craft from a dropout who never completed... Continue Reading →
“Morning, Laddo.” Maccuccio greeted Cyril the same way he greeted her each of his mornings. Cyril was never quite sure what a “laddo” was, but it was said with a smile and gruff upward nod, so she figured it was a term of endearment. Drifting in the cold morning air was the smell of whatever... Continue Reading →
One of my favorite methods of character development is listening to music and trying to figure out which characters each song sounds like. Some songs fit many characters, some don't fit any, but once in a while, there are those songs that fit perfectly. And even better, there are some songs that spur further development... Continue Reading →
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