Tuesday, January 26, 2021

The Seer

A lone woman strode down the center of the hall, her boots loud as she strode along the stones parallel to the long hearth, her long cloak, black and feathered, dragging against the floor behind her.  Warriors turned as she walked, watching her, silence falling over them; a cloud moved with her, one unseen but felt.  The Seer of the Wynterwyrm was a woman of myserious and uncanny power, and even the bold sea-wolves were wary of her in a foul mood; and the impending tempest that surrounded her now was as fierce as any squal they had faced on the night-dark sea.

Saturday, January 23, 2021

Status update

 Quick update, because I've been buried in the weeds.  Been busy editing Twisted Love, an anthology of gothic/horror romance stories that's AMAZING, and hard at work on Night of the Wolfkin.  The latter project grew much larger than expected, so that's good news.

I hope you're all doing well out there!

Thursday, January 7, 2021

Skaldic Verse: Oathbreaker

An Angry Viking Speaks with Skald-words

Would-be wolves wage fools'-war
Wreaking havoc in peace-sworn halls
Bearing banner of their king, coward-crowned
His brays more noxious than any ass before
Bully bellowing, seeking Ragnarok in sacred spaces
Spilling raven-wine to slake ego's thirst
As crows caw over a kingdom he dared claim

Feeding your vanity, your mewling hordes broke their allegiance-pledge long spoken,
And you restrained them with naught but encouraging disparagement,
Calling for peace while commending theft,
Your fathers hear your voice and will remember your face, 
And they will turn their faces from you
Oath-breakers have no place in honored halls
And your name will be remembered as a curse.


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