"What is this waste?" "Waste?" Shefa asked "What you call fighting. What method are you using? Who taught youthis?" The elf asked. "I've had many masters. I learned Leaf on theWind from the elves. I learned Axe and Hammer from the dwarves.The humans trained me in Grace and Beauty, the methods… Continue reading What is this waste?
FROM BLOOD OF THE UNICORN - (language, smut, drug use) We walked in silence for a while, only the death of plant life marked our passing. I led him to a tree I had found with the most delicious properties, what I called the RED TREE, it’s bark, bio-luminescent glowing a sinister scarlet. Curling a… Continue reading As you wish.
(Shefa - Book III - Kings) Hanging bloody, staring at his own innards through his one good eye, struggling for every breath - both in and out, hoping his capture comes back so he can spit in his face just one more time before the end. The rhythmic patter of blood splattering against his disemboweled… Continue reading Death is my reward.
I don't typically have pedestrian thoughts. I don't worry about affording college for my kids or if i'm doing enough to earn that promotion at work. I never wonder if my wife is cheating, what i'll do when my cat and friend of 15 years dies - it just doesn't gain traction in my mind.… Continue reading Don’t guess, listen.