The Dark Room, Part 4 of 4

Welcome to the final installment of the Dark Room. I hope hat you've enjoyed the story; it has been odd to reread this work. If you have any commentary regarding it, please feel free to drop me a lone either on this site or Facebook; I'd like to hear what anyone following along thought.

The Dark Room, Part 3 of 4

We've reached the third part of the Dark Room. The Dark Room was the final story in a series of works that were gathered under the "Bloodlines" label. They were stories that involved all kinds of supernatural things and spanned throughout several centuries of time. This one was far and away a much different flavor than its predecessors, however. It is interesting to see where the Lord brought my writing from the days of the Dark Room, and I am glad to God I can reflect on such times and see what I have learned, instead of looking back only to see what I squandered. At any rate, let's continue our journey through the Dark Room. 

The Dark Room, Part 2 of 4

Hello and welcome to the second chapter of the Dark Room. Bear in mind, dear reader that this is an older story for me, with elements of supernatural horror, and as such it may prove too much for some to read. The content in this regard is somewhat PG-13. The premise of the story reflects my own feelings at the time, and how I felt toward life in general, "in the dark" more or less. I hope you enjoy the story, just read it with a pinch of salt. Dragonmarch chapter 2 will be coming shortly, and no worries: Stormfyre is not forgotten! God bless!

The Dark Room, Part 1 of 4

This is a story I never intended to share when it was first written. This is prior to Dragonsong and my Andurun writings, and prior to my return to my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. The Dark Room is a claustrophobic and dreary tale, but one that I think greatly mirrored me during the time as I felt dismal and blind. I didn't even know at the time I was spiritually searching, but the story tells a tale of its own. I divided the Dark Room into 4 installments that are about nine pages apiece. So I bid you to come and explore a lightless place bereft of hope, prior to Andurun and prior to God's renewed presence in my life. You will meet a prototype for the Mirror of the Songstress within its pages, and I think you will also meet me at a younger age, when I was wandering through my own Dark Room. God bless. 

Time's March, Dragonmarch Chapter 1

Greetings and welcome to chapter 1 of Dragonmarch, the Canticles of Andurun book 2! I am pleased to finally bring the second chapter of my fantasy saga to my readers. If you have not read Dragonsong yet be warned that there are spoilers within chapter 1 that will ruin a portion of the story for you. If you have read Dragonsong, then I cordially invite you to join me as we return to Andurun for the next leg of the journey. Without further ado I present to you Dragonmarch chapter 1: Time's March!

Stormfyre Chapter Twenty Six



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            Creed Soames ship slid noisily into the docks, battered sides still weak from the fire that ate at them just weeks ago. The day was nearly clear sky with a strong wind blowing in from the ocean side. The docks were bustling with activity as a plank was laid and lines tied to secure the ship. Lord Soames garrison of men formed a ring around him as he stepped off of his ship, causing many of the peasants to fall away, fear overriding any curiosity they might have had. Just behind Creed Soames were Kirstin and Damien who were quietly conferring as they made their way off the docks and onto the peer, just beyond a great building of stone that served as a store house for merchant vessels. Kamil and Klem followed them, towing Cameron along between their linked arms. The warrior was still groggy, sick from all the drink that he had the last night of the voyage. He continued to mutter things of castles and Anifall, as well as other men's names that no one recognized. When they reached the main street the Lord's men commandeered a coach for Creed to ride in back to his manor, which was on the farthest reaches of the city’s eastern fringes.

Stormfyre Chapter Twenty Five

The waves crashed in frothing white against the hull of Creed Soames sailing vessel, breaking to allow the sleek ship closer to the docks of Bastual. It had taken weeks to journey from Twin Port, weeks of little progress due to the damage from the battle at the docks. Creed Soames was a competent man, finding work for every man or woman to do that would bring them closer to their goal of returning to his home village. He regretted having to leave before he had the chance to speak with his brother over matters that Cray considered of dire importance, but if it proved to be just that Cray would send him word again. Perhaps his younger brother could pay him a visit in the less hostile streets of Bastual.

Stormfyre Chapter Twenty Four

            "Where is Cameron?" Benmont growled at a sailor as he stood on deck, watching them cast off, raising the anchor, "What was the garrison doing over there?" he pointed a finger to the eastern docks where another vessel had just left the port, burning and trailing smoke in its wake.

Stormfyre Chapter Twenty Three

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            Kamil Dravan wrinkled his nose at the smell of the alley that he and Kirstin wandered through. To both sides of him were carts and open doors with fish of all kinds hanging from strings and hooks. Kamil had never in his life imagined that there were so many different kinds to catch. It seemed that every shopped had another variety of fish, be it large or small, or speckled, or feelers of some sort growing from the top of its head. As wondrous as he found it all, the smell was enough to make him want to gag. Then there was the sight of men with short bladed knives cutting and flaying the fish, some right out on the streets, some as customers even watched them! At least he didn't feel so bad when he noticed that Kirstin was turning a touch green and putting a hand over her mouth, green eyes flicking this way and that, not content on watching anything that they found.

Stormfyre Chapter Twenty Two

            A heavy rain fell from clouds that were deep grey and black, covering all the sky. That rain pelted all of Umbriel throughout the night, sheets that were thick and cold, filming into rolls of fog as the land soaked it in. That cold rain also fell over the small western island of Dynasty, where the grand cathedral stood as the epicenter of the country's religion for the last two thousand years. It had changed little over the course of time, with its bell tower and stone balconies that wrapped the length of both the front and the sides of it. The entire building was a shade of grey, with off white tiles for the ceiling, multilayered as the ceiling rose from the back to allow room for another floor, the ceremonial church and the chamber of the High Throne. It was in that same chamber that the wisdom of the One God would be given to a man worthy enough to accept the gift.