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Chapter 6
The man died with an evil, satisfied smile splitting his face in half, his dead eyes fixed malevolently on Samuel. The captain quickly jerked out the dart, but too late; the fast-working toxins already had time, even in that brief moment of contact, to spread fire across him, racing through his veins and burning him…
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Chapter 5
He was covered in blood that was not totally his own; a faint grin curled his mouth, from the corner of which there came a trickle of blood; and sweat and exertion had pulled his hair loose from his ponytail to fall forward into his face, while his pale blue eyes gleamed with an unnatural…
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Nothing
Sometimes you don’t have to move. Sometimes you need to not move. Sometimes you can just sit. Be. Stay. See. Live. Exist. Experience. Do you watch the sunset? Or the sunrise? You’re watching that moment come and go, a moment Someone set in place and carved into proverbial stone long before you existed. And that…
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Chapter 4
Deep inside the Matron’s ship, Ramona woke up tied to a post with a gag in her mouth. She raised her head groggily, her eyes bleared and half-shut. Rope creaked around her chest and waist, keeping her tight against the post. Her wrists were tied behind her, stuck immovably between her back and the post;…
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Chapter 3
“If they beat us there,” Samuel muttered darkly, “I’ll give ‘em hell to pay for taking her.”
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Chapter 2
She gasped in shock. There sat a man, in his forties, with faint gray stubble and salt-and-pepper hair, an aristocratic face, and an eyepatch over his left eye. Ramona stood up cautiously, still swaying. As she stepped back Samuel offered his arm genteelly and she accepted it gratefully. “It’s Sebastian. Her steward. He’s the one…
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World View
The two jewel-bright male dragonflies fly over my head as I watch the minnows, the wings of one rasping against the wings of the other as they attempt to shove their opponent off course in their fight to reach the fleeing female. Their rasping harmonizes with the buzzing of Idaho cicadas, relative peace compared with…
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Featured Image for #the-lady-of-the-seas
Sometimes, ideas come to me. Sometimes they come in a flash, sometimes they come slowly — pencil line by pencil line, key tap by key tap, word by word. The idea for this image came late in the evening, and I stayed up till nearly 11 perfecting it. Never have I paid more attention to…
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Chapter 1 — Revised
For Ramona Redhawk, magic was as common as a fly would be to you or me. For Ramona Redhawk, the story took place with its inception in a dark, musty old tavern, sitting across from an old business partner, wishing the consequences for murder did not end in a chopping block.
Living on Writer's Block 