Excerpt From Dolor and Shadow Kallan inhaled again, painfully numb to the stagnant nothingness as she stared into the black waters of the Kattegat. The waves washed into the rock, beating at Lorlenalin’s base like the void that pushed against her, wearing her down little by little, carving out the rock one wave at […]
Excerpt: “Why did you save me?”
Excerpt from Dolor and Shadow Empty and forgotten, the third flask lay among their bags as Kallan stared up at the moon’s crescent. With every image that plagued her imagination, her sanity slipped further from rational. Huffing, she flipped to her side. From across the fire, light spread up and over Rune, spilling over […]
Dolor and Shadow: Excerpts
Chapter 7 Chapter 39 “The last of my life is leaving me.” “Why did you save me?” “Where is your brother?” “Ludicrous Lies” “I’m not going!” Audio Excerpts Subscribe Thank you for stopping by! I invite you to take a moment and join my monthly newsletter. Subscribe below and receive the post notifications anytime […]
BERGEN!!!
“I let you berate me,” I huff at Bergen who sits back, lounging in my chair. (I swear he’s inviting me to punch him) “You can try.” Bergen flashes that grin of his. I glare down at his over-righteous demeanor. “I let you hogtie me.” “You bit me,” he says. “I let you have my […]
Poem – In Death
In death we vanquished enemies, In death, we slew our foes. Blood soaked rage engulfed our blades, When blood lust took its hold. – In death, a darkness troubled one, In death, concealed, undone. Deep in darkness dragons wait, When blood would set the sun. – In death, we glorified his name. In death, we […]
Poem – Oh, Gruit, the Dark One Comes
This page is part of the tour. Gruit is a spiced mixture used to sweeten beer prior to the discovery of hops in the 10th century. Read more about gruit here. Oh, Gruit, the Dark One Comes By Bergen son of Tryggve “There, within the shadowed brink, The Dark One comes with lavished drink, […]
Poem – Once Upon A Summer Sun
Once upon a summer sun, once while in my youth, I grew to love my dearest friend and loved him in our youth. I found beneath the summer sun, when I first loved my friend, In silence, he had since loved me. To him alone I’d bend. Once upon a summer storm, my love […]
The Poet’s Prose
Work in Progress… Bergen stole a glimpse to Zabbai across the room. Fixated, he watched the firelight dance across her perfect, copper skin. Her deep, black eyes caught his silver-blue and Bergen chugged down the last of his mead. By the time he lowered the mug, she was gone. The hem of her gown caught […]
The Author is currently… detained
Bergen peers over the writing desk with his deep, black eyes. “Perhaps, I didn’t make myself clear. Perhaps, I was too… soft… on the author. Perhaps she is too distracted—what with her new friends to play with and all. In the end, I am the one who suffers. I am the one who has […]