History & Mystery Every now and then I like to delve back through the years and look at our bloody past and just be grateful I was born in 1961 and not a thousand years earlier. History repeats itself because of mankind's folly. Regrettably, we forget that past far too soon. In these snippets, I like to weave connections between History & Mystery as the gap is often narrower than we think. Mystery hints at things we tap into –– the [...]

How Good Vibes Free The Mind To Wander ... Busy day, phone ringing, things to do and places to be! You're late, but the lights turn green. You hit the gas, join the freeway, changeup twice, shift lanes and pass those big-ass rigs like a formula 1 pro. Don't worry. You got this! Stress ain't where it's at. Now, cruise control... Time to relax, unwind, forget that phone and let the music find you! Time for Sirius FM or that battered [...]

My parents never understood it. Many of my friends aren't into it, but tolerate me all the same. My grandfather loved it, so I guess it skipped a generation in this family. But what is it about the fantasy genre that still hooks people today? Escapism? Certainly. Vent for imagination? Absolutely. Game of Thrones and other addicting Telly? Too right! But mostly it's our love of stories. That endless internal quest for who we are and where we're from. Music, [...]

Episode 1 She was a fine sight to be sure. That said, dark eyes and a wicked smile had got him into trouble before. But there was something different about Nalissa. She had the trademark deeply tanned skin, glossy black locks and shapely ankles of most Raleenian beauties. But Nalissa had a wild and wicked vivacity that hinted at greater delights beneath the tight bodice and torn skirt she, (sort of) wore. She’d caught the hem on a thorn as she’d [...]

For what it's worth I'm misunderstood. People don't like me. But they fear me, and that's what counts in this life. It's what keeps a girl like me alive. I'm Zukei, by the way. You might of heard of me, I'm a killer, you see. That killer. The one who's wanted in seven countries. If you're my bounty you won't see me, just feel the cold steel puncturing your skin, and watch your lifeblood ebb in pools below. I'm not [...]

Okay it's been awhile, and yes, I'm sorry about that. No excuses. Just been knee deep in tucking in the corners at The Glass Throne, (now at Editing HQ.) And, (exciting stuff this!) I've been studying the dark and medieval art of the Email Newsletter, (Thank you Arial Burnz!) So. Now that's out the way here's the thing. See the new covers above? Yeah, I know you'd rather keep looking at those than read this old chat. But, my friends, [...]

I wait as wind chafes my cheeks blue and cold waters lap around my feet. High above, a skein of geese carve chevrons through slate skies as they wend south to warmer realms, their distant calls forlorn and remote. He comes... A small skiff. Him rowing, a shaggy figure clad in steel and fur. I loosen Wyrmfang, (my waraxe) hanging from my belt and strap the helmet secure with the leather clasp under my chin. It is time... Holmgang. The [...]

It is dark in the passage. So dark. Her pale gown shimmers as she makes for the winding stairwell. The sconces gutter as night’s stormy wind pierces the Keep’s inner skin and freezes her bones. She feels nothing—hasn’t for years. Her face is a mask. Those once warm, honey eyes now glazed with sorrow, and the famous long braids disheveled wild and free. Free as her soul at last. She gains the stairs, taking them two at a time, her [...]

Flies and dust. Greasy hair stuck to my face. My Longsword, Clouter, leans against the bar. My sax, Biter, hangs from my sword belt, my sweaty fingers drumming the hilt. Unfriendly eyes glance sly to where I'm seated. Alone. Thirsty. And in a rare ragged mood. Where the .... Is Hagan? My Partner these last few months. It's not safe to operate down here alone. Permio: desert realm, outside the Four Kingdoms and as nasty a nest of cutthroat and [...]

I watch as all around me dark waves surge and muster, striking causeway, frothing white and then falling back again, only to resume their eager timeless dance -- a ceaseless rhythm of water on stone. Wind tosses my hair disheveled and mocks my ears with laughing voices. Gulls swoop and circle above, their shrill cries joining the wind.'Fool,' it whispers, 'Dreamer!' the birds mewl. I ignore them every one, what care I for their assumptions? Clouds scurry ahead, remote heedless [...]