Chapter 13The CurseScreams rang in the darkness followed by flickers of light. Though familiar with the voice, they shuddered at it. Nothing enraged the Batal like betrayal. “Novae!”With the Ancient word, Emma made their surroundings visible. It was a faint glow without origin, turning the dust to glitter. Emmaxis sparked again against the weathered patterns of... Continue Reading →
The City of the Drowned: Chapter 12
Chapter 12The High Priest of the FaithlessTripods were found and erected, their brassieres set ablaze, and the altar chamber took form. Ripples radiated from their ankles, the crests glinting like jewels as they moved through the shallow water. Xandr was overcome with an awful sense of recognition as the tomb-like chamber met his eyes. Shattered... Continue Reading →
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
I've heard it said by many different people that Alice's Adventures in Wonderland was written while the author was on some kind of hallucinogenic drug. I still believe this to be an urban legend, but after finishing Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass, I can understand why some people might come to that... Continue Reading →
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Despite the little voice inside me that is saying, "Don't do it, Nick!" I am compelled to talk about the issue of feedback, and yes, I realize a lot of this is going to sound like sour grapes, but I feel there is a lot of ignorance that needs to be dispelled.It's silly for me... Continue Reading →
The City of the Drowned: Chapter 11
Chapter 11The MaelstromCircling high above the turmoil, raven eyes watched, as Thelana and Arrow burst from the stables and Meridius erupted into flame, as the grayquid were vanquished. When all appeared calm, she glided from her crow’s nest again onto the ship.The feeling of transformation was like the climax that comes with copulation—it stirred every... Continue Reading →
He-Man, Jesus, and The Never Ending Story
I was a lot like Bastian, the main character in The Never Ending Story, when I was ten. My imagination was so powerful it sometimes frightened me. I could almost see and hear my daydreams. My family and teachers thought I was an odd kid who needed help. They complained I was always "in another world"... Continue Reading →
The City of the Drowned: Chapter 10
Chapter 10 Demons of the Deep Grayquid are inspired by H.P. Lovecraft's Deep Ones All eyes fixed on the beams not three feet overhead. A latticework of sunlight and shadow played over their terror stricken faces. The men moved frantically in the narrow quarters below, watching, waiting, listening. Little noise came from the upper decks,... Continue Reading →
The City of the Drowned: Chapter 9
Chapter 9Ex-LibrisMist rolled about the domed edifice, caressing the corroded stone, entwining the Mare Nostrum as though something living, coiling about the tall pillars and the oars. The fluted columns reflected in the ebbing water like the tendrils of some monstrous cephalopod waiting to greet the wary sailors. Cambses donned his helmet, its horsehair crest... Continue Reading →
The Princess Bride Review
I know, I know; it's a movie. One of my all time favorites, actually, and in one poll I saw, no. 9 of all time. I would never have bought the book, however, if the movie had come first. It was published in 1973, two years before I was born, which doesn't seem right because... Continue Reading →
The City of the Drowned: Chapter 8
Pentaconter leaving the port of Hedonia courtesy of Evan KyrouChapter 8 Mare NostrumThey sailed two days from the port of Thetis, along the Hedonian coast, toward what had been the most trafficked harbor in the world. None of the fifty oarsmen or their captain, Cambses, believed they would find any ships moored at its docks,... Continue Reading →
The Art of Storytelling 
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