Looking for some quick Friday the 13th reads? Check out my Victorian Age Vampire: the Masquerade short stories!
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Looking for some quick Friday the 13th reads? Check out my Victorian Age Vampire: the Masquerade short stories!
Steps, the upward flowing river, the huge hollow within the stone arms – sacrilege, all of it. Hesione’s heart flamed beneath her breast. She, princess of Euaimonia, would put an end to it!
What hand could have carved them? What mind could have conceived them? Who would dare? It was sacrilege. Mountains were holy places, places where the earth reached up and touched the hand of the heavens.
She stared down into the strangeness for a moment longer and then saw her way down, but that was scant comfort. There were steps there, winding back and forth in a shark-tooth pattern.
“I cannot abide such perversions,” Hesione said, echoing her mother’s words and her mother’s spirit alike.
At those words, Akantha looked up and growled. The princess took that as his agreement with her.
The first Lucas Lee movie I saw. Maybe not considered his best by most fans, but sentiment is powerful. That scene with Lee and Mendes in the dumpster, though - what were they thinking?
ACTION DOCTOR (John Singleton, 2005)
America’s youngest Surgeon General must lead a ragtag Navy SEAL team of hospital corpsmen when terrorists plant a biological weapon in downtown LA. Starring Lucas Lee, Eva Mendes, Tyrese Gibson, Theresa Randle, Jordi Mollà, and Scott Caan.
Some parts of the last couple years of LOTRO's storyline have been a bit of a drag, but they nailed it with the finale of Song of Waves and Wind. Especially "A Mending" ::sniff::
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Hopefully it's more of a corgi than a husky!
Director's Cut Material open.substack.com/pub/paulleon... A glimpse at a deleted scene from my current WIP - sorry, Ramirez-from-Highlander expy!
Twelve tales of occult investigation! A tiger prowls the paintings of a museum; in Paris, a dying sorcerer reaches out to his former pupil for aid; a haunted beehive confounds Carnacki the Ghost Finder; an antediluvian mummy awakens in San Francisco; and more! ko-fi.com/s/e4e59a4a36
"They want to build hell and have us pay for it" is how we need to define these monsters from now on.
Idea for the next story is firming up - a decade after the death of Arthur, young knight errant Sila of Tintagel (daughter of Tristan and Isolde) travels Britain as it falls beneath the Saxon tide. A village of the Iceni convince her to aid them against a band of wolf-skinned warriors…
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Investigation
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Zillah Hawkins and her coterie of misfits are recruited to find out the truth behind the red-eyed vampires. Includes a previously unknown piece of Noddist lore, the Legend of the Crone.
Presentation
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Zillah Hawkins' adventures continue as she finds herself confronted with a sinister bloodline of vampires in London. Includes character stats, a new Path, and Minerva Wheelwright's private journal.
Satiation
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Everything important in Zillah Hawkins' life happened after it ended. Includes character stats and a brief overview of Barsetshire by Night.
Looking for some quick Friday the 13th reads? Check out my Victorian Age Vampire: the Masquerade short stories!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PUDn... It takes rare talent to be able to play a cat so well.
Check out my new flash fiction post, "Confronting My Doppelganger" #flashfiction
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I just realized (decided) the protagonists in my next four stories are all soulless gingers 😮
Eyes shut, she heaved a sigh, overcome with weariness. Even a princess of demigodly blood could scarcely bear such an ordeal untouched. And not unchanged. When Hesione again opened her eyes, she beheld the world anew.
Another shriek rose up, but the note, echoing without fading, drowned it out. And then the shadow was gone. Hesione felt the power leave her body, but still the warm of it was upon her, a bright echo of what had been, what was, and what ever would be.
Again she sang that note, and yet a third time. The shadow shrieked and, withering, fell back into the darkness beyond and below. There, it seemed, a darkness greater still reached up like a hand and took hold.
As it echoed, a warmth ran through her body, something like fire and the bright sun of summer, and she felt herself rising up, untouched by the pull of the world’s heart as a greater force took hold of her.
“I am naught for thee to dread, mayhap, but still more thou art naught before Ouranos. Hear now His power!” Hesione cried out, and then she sang. A single note left her lips like the roar of the whirlwind, sharp, piercing, lingering.
It laughed and that sound cut like an icy blade. “Ay! But who shall bind me? Not thou, child. Thou art naught but skin and bone, a mumbler even by the meager standards of thy pitiful breed.”
Hesione raised her hands, bare and bronze, in defiance of the pursuing specter that loomed over her. “Be bound in the shadows forever, you reeking vomit of Tartaros.”
