This next excerpt is from the story 'To the Victor, the Spoils'
'From the time of his birth, Uruk had a heart full of treachery. Hungry for power, he was elated when news spread that the king of all the land lay dying. Cunning and resourceful, he maneuvered his way close to the king to make sure he would be considered a successor. How enraged he became when, even though dying, the king refused to choose between Uruk himself and another well known and loved noble, Leacious. With his rage as his guide, Uruk traveled north in search of her, a witch who worshiped the ancient goddess Hecate. Though she was thought of as a myth, Uruk was certain that when he found her, her powers of clairvoyance would help him achieve his goal. With a small troop of men, he made his way outside of the borders of his country and into the wild lands...'
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
'The Heathen Desecration' excerpt
This next excerpt comes from the story 'The Heathen Desecration'. The inspiration to write this story came from the interactions that the Vikings had with the Irish shortly after the dark ages.
'Upon the shores of Anagh, in Ireland, calmness and serenity was shared by all. On it's glorious hill the cathedral of St. Patrick, Ireland's chosen saint, stood in magnificence. Peace and prosperity had flourished throughout the countryside and there was no indication that any change would occur. To the outside view, it must have seemed like Heaven on Earth and to those fortunate enough to live there, it was. The sole inhabitants of Anagh, aside from merchants and wanderers, were the monks of the cathedral. Pious men who considered their creed and destination a true blessing from above. By principle, they would never consider lifting a hand in anger, even to defend themselves, and spent day after day in laborious duty and prayer. Never would they think about casting judgement on another human being, for everything was God's will. That perception of security and tranquility would change however, the night the Norsemen came....'
'Upon the shores of Anagh, in Ireland, calmness and serenity was shared by all. On it's glorious hill the cathedral of St. Patrick, Ireland's chosen saint, stood in magnificence. Peace and prosperity had flourished throughout the countryside and there was no indication that any change would occur. To the outside view, it must have seemed like Heaven on Earth and to those fortunate enough to live there, it was. The sole inhabitants of Anagh, aside from merchants and wanderers, were the monks of the cathedral. Pious men who considered their creed and destination a true blessing from above. By principle, they would never consider lifting a hand in anger, even to defend themselves, and spent day after day in laborious duty and prayer. Never would they think about casting judgement on another human being, for everything was God's will. That perception of security and tranquility would change however, the night the Norsemen came....'
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Excerpt from 'The Presence of Rage'
The next excerpt comes from a story that deals with the subject of entities that can actually harm the living. The title of this story is 'The Presence of Rage'.
'Again the mundane silence was shattered. Disrupted by unexplained chaos, the once happy and peaceful home life of a God-fearing man and his lovely wife and daughter was in turmoil. As objects flew through the air, his loved ones would feel invisible hands groping and slapping them. As he would do his utmost to protect them, he would feel the sting of unseen jaws sinking into his flesh. Being a Christian, he tried everything in his power to expel this evil spirit using the words of the bible. To no avail did his faith serve him. All the sermons seemed to do was enrage the spirit all the more. It was only a few weeks earlier that the family had no such contact at all. Life had been sublimely ordinary. With great subtlety, the entity would enter....'
'Again the mundane silence was shattered. Disrupted by unexplained chaos, the once happy and peaceful home life of a God-fearing man and his lovely wife and daughter was in turmoil. As objects flew through the air, his loved ones would feel invisible hands groping and slapping them. As he would do his utmost to protect them, he would feel the sting of unseen jaws sinking into his flesh. Being a Christian, he tried everything in his power to expel this evil spirit using the words of the bible. To no avail did his faith serve him. All the sermons seemed to do was enrage the spirit all the more. It was only a few weeks earlier that the family had no such contact at all. Life had been sublimely ordinary. With great subtlety, the entity would enter....'
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