The Casebook of Dr. Exeter, Chapter Three
**III - THE FOOL** I am certain that you understand the dilemma I was in. Not only had I acquired a book of such exquisite rarity that its mere existence was widely considered hypothetical - an illusionary work thought up by dreamers and fantasts,...
Between Winters, Part XVI
**Between Winters, XVI** Straddled across his warhorse, and at a comfortable distance from the battlefield, General Ted Arbinger watched his greyrobes march across the plains south of Iunas Blessing. With every step they created a fiery inferno, and...
Thane of Hearts, Final Chapter
The days following the discovery of the dead priest were tense. Rafn was the Valraven. Of this I had no doubt, and the knowledge scared me. The great _Wyrm of Midgard_, _Fenrir_ the wolf, _Ratatosk_ the messenger; marvellous beasts of wonder live in...
*poem* Poet's Block
POET'S BLOCK For some reason or another I didn't get around to writing this down yesterday or the day before that and the blank page is beginning to annoy me. In a couple of months I won't even recognize what it meant to me, or rather: in a...
Pages From a Dog’s Diary #3
It really doesn't take much - a warm space under the kitchen table, the simmering kettle on the polished stove - Mrs Grant's quiet humming of a popular song.You could also say, it takes a whole lot, but mostly it's the sum of tiny things that makes...
Pages From a Dog’s Diary #2
**Pages From a Dog's Diary #2** There is a strange old house on Thistle lane. I've always believed it was vacant, but today I saw something that makes me stop and look at the curious house, whenever I pass by; if for just a moment. The house...
Pages From a Dog's Diary
**Pages From a Dog's Diary #1** I have often wondered, what was behind the green gate. It looked as if it was never opened; old and dusty, on rusty hinges and with thick layers of green paint flaking off. But today, someone had left that gate...
Fallen Angels, Part one (Prologue)
Taiz, Yemen. February, 2019 "Why don't we talk about something pleasant? How about...iced mint tea?" The crackling voice came from a simple speaker on a gray concrete wall. Abdul Aziz struggled against the leather straps that held him fastened to a...
Havana or Hell, Part 8 (Final part)
XV Bruckner and Burris stared at me in silent horror, as my hands transformed into clawed monstrosities, my teeth extended into fangs and the entire length of my body sprouted a thick coat of brown fur. I gorged myself on the freely flowing energy...
Havana or Hell, part seven
XIII "So," said Burris. "How are you progressing?" "The wand?" "Indeed, the wand symbolizes magic and transformation; maybe it will even lead to the cure for your condition." "I already found it." I said bluntly and put the drinking flask on the...
Havana or Hell, part six
XI Kendall Duran's company, _EnDurance Games_ was registered to an address in Warrington, fifty miles west of Oakfort. I searched the Internet for the address of anyone named Kendall Duran, and found three by that name. One had a dentistry practice in...
Murder at the Speed of Life #1
I Whenever somebody brought up the subject of death during conversation, Dianne Walsh would politely change the topic, or make an excuse to walk away. To Dianne, death was an event that belonged within the confinements of crime fiction. It was a...