His sword arm was numb, every movement sending lightning bolts of pain through his shoulder, but somehow, it kept moving. As if the limb itself was haunted, a ghost of himself, fighting to the last to protect his friends. Teeth clenched in a rictus grin, Antios swung again. The impact…
Tag: #fantasy
CRAWL EP5 – Reflections in the dark.
Quink stepped down quietly onto the cavern floor. The darkness was thick like tar, her hand, outstretched before her, was only visible when she brought it up close to her face. Here, there were no more rooms of carved stone, bright flickering torches in sconces that reflected a warming light…
CRAWL EP3 – Floor 2.2
Wrapped in shadow, safe in the silence of her muffled steps, Havia scoured the corridors nearby. Eventually she was far enough away that the smell of burned spider had dissipated. Creeping from shadow to shadow was tiring, her heart thundered in her ears as she leaned against a cold, well-masoned,…
CRAWL EP1 – First floor?
Antios sat with his back to the cold stone wall, sharpening his sword. The sputtering from the tar-soaked torches in their sconces was an almost serene distraction from the clicking and muttering that emanated from Havia, hunched over in front of the chest on the far side of the chamber….
January, in a nutshell.
Whilst January has been slow going (my god this month lasts forever), progress has been made on book two. I have gone back over a lot of what I had already written, tweaked and roughly edited it a bit to help move the story on. During this process I discovered…
Tis the season
So, December has been less than productive. November was the Shiz, I smashed seven chapters of book two, but, shift work and the exhaustion of pre Christmas events has led to a slow writing month. You know what though? I am ok with that. Its impossible to sustain firing on…