Cadence led the way into a coral ravine. Thlib grunted, wriggling his torso to squeeze through a tight spot, and threw a rock at them. Cadence caught it via telekinesis and sent it into an orbit around their head. They then turned on their heel and raised an eyebrow. “Thlib, we’ve been over this before. […]
Driftwood’s tavern was among the new buildings, a lurking slanted mess of old planks and half-eaten draperies. An ancient shark’s jaws hung above the bar, so large that they’d started collapsing the small bowsprit from which they hung. Oily lanterns cast sickly light through the interior, where many an unsavory type waited. Cadence made their […]
(For the earlier piece of the Brothers’ tale, start with The Youth, the Writer and the Warrior, Here) Once there must have lived some wizened scholar or noble matron who could recount the true end of the three Brothers’ tale in full, but it has been lost. Of the Youth’s death by heartbreak, all bards […]
Cadence worked their lips to one side, loosed an ambivalent smack, and then brightened up. Sure, they thought, it might be that Our Lady’s just sent me here to work out some petty trade dispute before it turns bloody. Or… or, it might be a chance for some real work. “Appy,” they said aloud, “would you […]
Three figures trod across a soggy plain, disparate feet displacing pale bluish sand. On every side they faced tidal pools filled by iridescent fish and crustaceans–often nestled in crevices and bowls formed by the lowest spurs of peculiar half-circle rock formations in dark reds and oranges. Fewer but much larger formations created ridges and causeways […]
(Or, “How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Write the Dong”) In retrospect, I think this was doomed to happen from the moment, as I wrote the earliest drafts of The Necromancer and the Revenant, that I decided to include a sex demon who isn’t portrayed as evil purely because she happens to enjoy being a […]
–DATA EXPURGATED– –Transmission Outgoing: Lambent Halcyon– –Transmission Accepted –This was it, wasn’t it, Lambent? The moment it all fell apart. The archives after this were just… last breaths. Given to pretend a life the Prophet knew they’d soon end. –Unless I am entirely mistaken, yes. –Is that all we are? One last attempt to share […]
I undertook an exhausting journey to reach this point, and as I’ve just completed that journey (around 8:45 PM EST!) I won’t be writing much here tonight. For now, suffice to say that The Necromancer and the Revenant is finished. Characters warped and mutated, plotlines merged and reappeared, heroes became anti-heroes, and Gratai’s height fluctuated madly both […]
Sometimes the Mangle-Planet. Sometimes just “this place.” Yet mostly, those who dwell upon it call it what it is: the last stop for the cast-offs of broken ages and bitter ends. The last chance to decide whether life and light are worth clinging to. The edge of all things. Creation’s Fringe. It’s a colossal world […]
Welcome, once again, to North’s Tough Guide to Fight Scenes! We’ve been on hiatus for a while as I finished my first novel and started on query letters for it. Now that that’s well under way and we’ve all had some time to cogitate over the previous entry in this series, it’s time for the […]
Ashenvein Gate: Stories & Dreams 
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