Keensight looked at Alador with cold scrutiny. "You have got to learn to trust your instincts. You absorbed much knowledge quickly. Those internal warnings are the things you have learned in life that lie just beneath the surface of your consciousness."
Friday, August 26, 2016
Thursday, August 25, 2016
Prologue From Soon to Release: Fallen Tiers
Here is a tidbit from the upcoming novel: Fallen Tiers - Book 5 of The Blue Dragon's Geas
Jon nodded to the acolyte that took the reins of his lexital. His robes were gray from the dust of travel and his hair unkempt. It was not this that drew the eyes of everyone in the stable yard, it was the little black dragon curled tightly around his neck. The thin whip of a tail looked more like a choker tight against the mage’s throat.
He looked around in amazement. He knew of this temple, all death mages did. But, this was more than he had imagined. It was fashioned similarly to the tiers, the levels though were not as distinct and black spires rose up here and there. Where Silverport was built of white glistening stone, the temple was represented in black. Where he stood now was in a courtyard outside the main wall of the temple.
The death mage’s eyes traveled up to see cave openings lining the far off cliff walls. How many dragons had the High Priestess managed to gather? If they were all full, it was a concern he would have to relay to Alador. He cast a clean spell absently as he continued to take in the breath-taking view.
His eyes caught the far off movement of three dragons flying together. They looped in and out of one another before making some far off diving run. As they dropped down, he lost sight of them. Their choreography in flight had been amazing. He stroked Nightmare’s small muzzle bringing a soft sigh from the hatchling.
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Jon nodded to the acolyte that took the reins of his lexital. His robes were gray from the dust of travel and his hair unkempt. It was not this that drew the eyes of everyone in the stable yard, it was the little black dragon curled tightly around his neck. The thin whip of a tail looked more like a choker tight against the mage’s throat.
He looked around in amazement. He knew of this temple, all death mages did. But, this was more than he had imagined. It was fashioned similarly to the tiers, the levels though were not as distinct and black spires rose up here and there. Where Silverport was built of white glistening stone, the temple was represented in black. Where he stood now was in a courtyard outside the main wall of the temple.
The death mage’s eyes traveled up to see cave openings lining the far off cliff walls. How many dragons had the High Priestess managed to gather? If they were all full, it was a concern he would have to relay to Alador. He cast a clean spell absently as he continued to take in the breath-taking view.
His eyes caught the far off movement of three dragons flying together. They looped in and out of one another before making some far off diving run. As they dropped down, he lost sight of them. Their choreography in flight had been amazing. He stroked Nightmare’s small muzzle bringing a soft sigh from the hatchling.
Thursday, August 18, 2016
Picking Your First Human as a Pet!
Reader's Challenge
Aurora Shields
A cocky and burly man (think Gaston from Beauty and the Beast), in a pet store, being confronted by the choice between five different puppies, and a stuffed sheep the size of a cow.
Zedric was walking down a side street in Crinkletop to avoid the crowds of the day. The market was bustling and so full of people that one could barely managed to maneuver their way through the square. It was cooler here and definitely quieter. He wasn't worried about foot-pads lurking about. Most would be bumping into people in the market square. Added to that, Zedric was not a small man rising up over six feet. Most people stayed out of his way due to his size and carriage.
As he was passing down the side street, about to turn back onto a larger road through the city, he saw an old shop. He was fairly certain he had been down this street before, but Zedrick could not recall such a shop being there. It's windows were of an inferior reddened glass and the framework of the building suggested it was one of the original structures in Crinkletop. Above the shop door, an old wooden sign showed a dog and a cat.
Curious, he opened the door and went in. It smelled much like a barn would smell and the sounds of birds chirping and other rustling filled the air with a mishmash of bird song that oddly was soothing as they came together. Zedric closed the door and looked around for the shop-keep. The store seemed unmanned and the shelves dusty as if no one had tended the shop for some time.
The sound of whimpering drew his attention and he moved carefully through the narrow walk between shelves to the window. There in a large wooden box was the strangest little pup he had ever seen.
"Well hello, what have we here?" He smiled, picking up the small bundle of orange fur. Its face had rings of black moving outwards from its eyes. Strange markings ran up its nose, almost like ancient symbols. Its little feet were black and it had a small white tuft under its chin.
Spirit fox -Handcrafted- Rhiannon Woolf by RhiannonWoolf on DeviantArt
Aurora Shields
A cocky and burly man (think Gaston from Beauty and the Beast), in a pet store, being confronted by the choice between five different puppies, and a stuffed sheep the size of a cow.
Zedric was walking down a side street in Crinkletop to avoid the crowds of the day. The market was bustling and so full of people that one could barely managed to maneuver their way through the square. It was cooler here and definitely quieter. He wasn't worried about foot-pads lurking about. Most would be bumping into people in the market square. Added to that, Zedric was not a small man rising up over six feet. Most people stayed out of his way due to his size and carriage.
As he was passing down the side street, about to turn back onto a larger road through the city, he saw an old shop. He was fairly certain he had been down this street before, but Zedrick could not recall such a shop being there. It's windows were of an inferior reddened glass and the framework of the building suggested it was one of the original structures in Crinkletop. Above the shop door, an old wooden sign showed a dog and a cat.
Curious, he opened the door and went in. It smelled much like a barn would smell and the sounds of birds chirping and other rustling filled the air with a mishmash of bird song that oddly was soothing as they came together. Zedric closed the door and looked around for the shop-keep. The store seemed unmanned and the shelves dusty as if no one had tended the shop for some time.
The sound of whimpering drew his attention and he moved carefully through the narrow walk between shelves to the window. There in a large wooden box was the strangest little pup he had ever seen.
"Well hello, what have we here?" He smiled, picking up the small bundle of orange fur. Its face had rings of black moving outwards from its eyes. Strange markings ran up its nose, almost like ancient symbols. Its little feet were black and it had a small white tuft under its chin.
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
Review of In the Nick of Time
In the Nick of Time by Robin ChambersMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
A Timeless Message Which Man Continues to Forget
Robin's unique style of writing mirrors well with my preferred view points. The glossary at the end, enlightens and expands my understanding of small cultural phrases. Extremely helpful for those of us in a different country where the local idioms are unknown.
The perplexity of mankind is that constant need to be in control of things beyond our personal spheres of influence. Evil, for the sake of evil, has always been about the ability of those with power to exert that power as they choose without consequence. It doesn't matter the genre, when evil is taken up with a professional hand, the sordid truth of its indecency is universal.
Robin Chambers is such a professional hand. In the Nick of Time brings forward the evil in man which is rarely hidden nowadays. It challenges thought on what justice is within in a world of injustice. These very deep human perplexities are buried under a whimsical tale of magic and power, fairies and daemons, and wizards and witches.
If there is true justice in the land, then someone with the power to do great things in the world will publish this man's work for all the world to see. He excels in word-crafting, world building, and storytelling. A true man of honor and integrity, you can feel the desire for a better world emerging though the voice of his hero. The unyielding voice of justice in Gordon married with the hand of healing and mercy in Grace, echoes in the minds of all those who have suffered the hands of cruelty just for the sake of being cruel.
The only criticism I would dare to offer is that the author breaks the fourth wall a couple of times which stuttered the immersion of the world. Not enough to detract from my opinion, but enough to be noted.
Huzzah Mr. Chambers - truly Huzzah
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