There are three rules for writing the novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.
W. Somerset Maugham
A Last Fae
Iron has been what man conquers nature with. With iron axes man felled forests. With iron nails man raised barns. With iron plows man tuned fields. With iron man slew the deer of the forests. Iron, iron, iron. The fae were of nature, and the touch of iron was the bane to the fae. They…
Fortes Fortuna
Bruce beat on the door with the flat of his palm, with wanton disregard for the disturbances being caused in the middle of the night. His normally unruffled appearance was, in a word, ruffled. He seemed to have thrown a randomly selected coat over the top of a pair of battered jeans, a slightly stretched…
Cold Blood
Note: Harsher content than usual on this website Nik had pissed himself once in the last thirty-two hours. This probably meant he was dehydrated. The air around him was bone dry, and it made the heavy layer of snow around the little village almost unbearably bright. Fortunately he still had his snow goggles on, and…
Patrick Tadge 