Monthly Archives: September 2013
Once when he was young and just come into his power, Thaylan had been invited to attend a celebration: one of the Old Seatown families was throwing a feast to commemorate the coming-of-age of some poor bastard or the other, … Continue reading
He’d thought about bursting in, killing them both there and then. Staring through the keyhole, crouched in the hallway, he’d fought to keep his anger in check, his hand on his sword, feeling the familiar weight, knowing its effectiveness. But … Continue reading
When he was ten years old Thaylan had killed his first man. His name hadn’t been Thaylan then, it had been Lerce, and his older brother was Ruch. He’d stabbed him in the neck with a rusted spike he’d been … Continue reading
“To the brave, a few words are as good as many.” Hippocrates.
Merrick stood and watched the storm gather in the west: it reminded him of the past, of raging battles. He’d fought at the Honurian Fields, and beneath the walls of Karah Deep, and even in the ruins of Calador, surrounded … Continue reading
It’s called ‘The Killing Place.’ And it’s a novella. “A novella!?” I hear you cry… That’s right. A novella. Somewhere between a short story and a novel. Which means, unfortunately, finding a publication market for it has proven very, very … Continue reading
A few weeks ago the inaugural Sunshine Coast Tough Mudder was held here in Queensland, Australia. While Tough Mudders have been held for some years now, this was the first time the “world’s toughest obstacle course” had made it to … Continue reading
“Valour is superior to numbers.” Vegetius.