As you all know, I love to write. Last year though, if you asked me what my favorite story to write it would have been the Ashwood Falls: Benjamin story. Honestly, I just adored writing Isabelle and Aoibheann in the story and I’m really satisfied with how it turned out.
I don’t know about you, but there are a few projects that I have had for so long, you wonder if you’ll ever get them completed. Jassik Creed & The Meek Prince was one such book that started in 2010 after the release of the first book Mermaids of Emerald Lagoon and languished for eight years.
Written for my beloved wife Susanna, my Moon Queen. Without her, there would be no reason to get up in the morning.
Have you not heard of the Sun King and the Moon Queen? How those two share horizons and love each other more than anything in the world? No? Sit down, get comfortable and I’ll tell you about them.
As long as we can remember, the Sun King and Moon Queen have been on opposite sides of the world. When the King was reigning over his subjects, he shone brightly upon the hardworking, the crops, and always talked the clouds into giving us their rain. He loved those below who looked up to him.
At night, the Moon Queen watched over us as they slept, safeguarding their livestock and showing her light upon those who meant harm to the people. For what the King provided in the day, the Queen kept protected at night.
Now, these two loved each other more than anything known. The stars still talk about how much the two love each other even when they do not see each other. Sometimes the King would get a glimpse of his lovely bride coming over the horizon and sometimes the Queen would sing out a note of fondness as the King dipped below the sky that divided them. Even though these moments were fleeting, the King would never despair that he did not have his Queen and the Queen knew that even those she missed him and they did not see each other, he still loved her more than anything.
Days, months, years would roll by with each waiting for that twilight moment to speak to each other, to whisper loving words across the sky before the other was taken to the other side of the world.
Doesn’t sound fair, does it? They did not think it was either, but they loved those upon the ground so much, they would sacrifice their time together to let them have food to eat and a safe bed to sleep in.
There are times though when the sky is able to hold them both. The Sun King and the Moon Queen are able to stay away from the edge of the air and to see each other. There loves becomes so powerful as they grow closer that the sky dims and the ground becomes patterned with flecks of light and dark mingled together. The world becomes quiet, enraptured in their love and breathless with anticipation.
When they meet, it is a meeting of fire and darkness, powerful love that fills the sky with burning fire while chilled and murmured with darkness. I mean, look now! See how the sun wraps his arms around his queen? Their love is eternal. Nothing can break them apart. No matter how long they stay alone, they will always meet each other in the sky and embrace filled with happiness and excitement to be able to converse once again.
You chuckle? Why? Cannot love last forever? The sun and the moon have met more times than we can count. They have looked over all of us together with loving eyes. Something you should take to heart, my good fellows, even apart, they are powerful and in love and there is nothing anyone can do to destroy that. They will always meet in the sky, and they will always love each other to the day the world ends.
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You all know how much I love reading and writing. Sometimes I get hit with this feeling of a story because of a conversation or an idea just tickled my fancy. Now, it’s time for you to meet Benjamin. I’m happy to announce my next novella and it’s based on the Ashwood Falls Series!
“I know where you’re trying to go, Benjamin Holly. The question is: Will you make it there alive?”
You have met those in Ashwood Falls and the lives they live protected by those things on the outside but what about people who have yet to make it there or do not even know of it’s existence?
Benjamin Holly is one such man. Alone in the world and trying to find the place he sees in his dreams, he struggles to stay ahead of a darkness that’s following him.
Join Benjamin as he faces his nightmare in a little tourist trap where he must make decisions that could effect him and an entire race forever.
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Over the year, since I released both Sword of Shadows and Kaon Rising, I have been working hard on getting some more stories told. Life has been very hectic on me which in turn has not given me much time to work on them. I thought it was time to give you an update on what to expect for the rest of the year.
Jassik Creed & the Meek Prince
Yes, I am still developing this one, and there is only 20% left to do on the first draft. There is still editing to be done, so I’m not looking at a release until December of this year. All the art is done, and I am hoping to release samples of it in the future!
Star Traveler 2: Dead in Space
This story went really well but hit a few snags that I was not anticipating both with my work schedule and with some plot issues I did not catch on the outline. 60% of the story is written, and I’m hoping to have the rest done by September of this year
Blood in Space: Harvest
I love this story, but it doesn’t love me. I keep struggling with getting it on paper due to writer’s block. I know there is something subconscious that I need to fix, but it has yet to come to me when I write it. I get to put a few words on paper when I have a moment, but it sits only 40% done. I do want to finish it because I thoroughly enjoy this one but it might not be until January of next year.
I have a whole bunch of other stories I want to write, and I might release them here and there when the energy hits me, but the biggest part that I have been fighting is writer’s block due to the stress and exhaustion from my job. I just find myself sitting at a computer screen staring at the words wishing the great ideas I just had would finally come out. Have no fear, I haven’t given up yet, and I will get these done. I love them, and they each hold a special part of my heart.
I first stumbled on to this title while perusing the Librivox archive and the title caught my eye. I was not quite sure what I was getting myself into, and it turned out to be one of the funniest stories I’ve ever read.
I’m not sure if the writer intended for all the hi-jinks and it could simply be the way modern, twenty-first-century eyes look at the novel. Walpole wrote the book in the 1700s, and the melodrama could have been the standard of the time. I found the way that everything seemed to tie into each other and invariably hit a snag gave meaning to the phrase plot twist.
Only later did I find out when I did a bit of research that the book is considered the grandfather of Victorian Gothic romance and I can see why. Almost every trope and stereotype is featured.
Once you get past the old English, the book became quite enjoyable, and it held my attention through to the end.
The fight that ended their friendship also happened to break the realm. A girl stood on the edge of the chasm she’d opened in the earth and glared across the gap at her best friend’s retreating back. His knights closed in around him and she turned away, not willing to be caught staring. She stalked away from the gash as ash and cinders rained down around her.
The King moved the kingdom’s capital further north, hoping to avoid the worst of the environmental fallout. The landowners in the south moved their loyalty to the newly-crowned Witch-Queen in response to her promises to keep their land fertile. The kingdom slowly tore itself apart as everyone chose a side.
It was quiet for years, as resentment built on either side. The north was bright and cold. The peasants shivering and exhausted from their labors as they tried to pull life from the frozen ground. The south was dark and the sun’s heat built up underneath the ash that covered the sky. Magic flowed in the shadowed land, cruel and capricious. People there were well-fed but angry at the injustice in the land.
It was quiet for years, until all at once it wasn’t. Glares and whispered insults erupted into full-out violence over the smallest provocation. The villages on the borders were lost to the war, refugees flooding into the capital cities.
The Witch-Queen filled the ranks of her army with conscripted magic users. The King filled his with battle-hardened knights. The first official battle was forecast to be a nightmare of cold steel and fireballs. Soon after the battle had begun, though, the Witch-Queen herself waded into the melee. After calling her sorcerers to stop casting, she raised her arms and the bright sky dimmed slowly until it was as dark as night. The southern army was used to the dark, but the northern knights were not. They tried to hold their ground, but soon fled the field, led by their King.
An aide whispered to the Witch-Queen in the quiet aftermath, “How did you know they would retreat?”
“Because he’s always been afraid of the dark,” came the whispered reply.
In the second battle, the northern army came prepared with hundreds of torch-bearers. But that wasn’t what stopped the southern army in shock. They were startled, rather, by the salmon-pink paint coating every piece of armor. A horrible screech of anger rose from the middle of the southern army. The wind picked up unnaturally, swirling through both camps. Dirt and debris flew through the air until no one could see two feet in front of them. Both sides retreated some, afraid they would attack their own in the chaos. When the wind died down, every combatant had been so coated in dirt, they were impossible to tell apart. They shot stray arrows and fireballs at each other from a distance, but eventually gave up and retreated, calling the battle a draw.
The King watched as a depleted Witch-Queen was carried from the battlefield. His second-in-command stood beside him and shook his head in bewilderment.
“I can’t believe you were right. She really hates pink.”
.The nobles on both sides attempted to begin peace talks.The monarchs and their entourages met at a castle near the border. A peace treaty was composed, with excruciating slowness as scribes were forced to run from one solar to the other as the royals refused to actually see each other. A final dinner party was arranged by the Witch-Queen to accompany the final signings of the treaty.
The King sauntered into the dining hall with a cocky grin. It disappeared as he stood looking at the stuffed pig on the feast table. Color drained from his handsome face, then flooded back as he shouted.
“You SWORE! You swore you would never bring it up!” He grabbed his nearest nobles by their cloaks and dragged them back towards the door. “The treaty is OFF!”
The Witch-Queen had just entered the hall from another door and stared disconcertedly between the stuffed pig and retreating king.
“But, your majesty, didn’t the king’s brother prepare the menu?”
“Yes. Oh, this isn’t good.”
The Northern Kingdom took its King’s insult to heart, though no one was quite sure what the actual insult had been. The King’s brother fled to the south and was assumed to be a traitor rather than just a jackass.
The Witch-Queen’s guards were all sent to the stocks when her pet bird was discovered missing, a taunting note left in its cage. “You always did leave your windows open at night.” A few months later, a new type of coin was minted in the north with a figure of a canary stamped on one side.
In retaliation, the southern army was ordered to set up barricades to stop all trade of cocoa into the northern kingdom. Food and other trade caravans were let through, but all cocoa products were confiscated and burned in great piles on the border to torment the chocolate-loving King.
The unrest in both kingdoms continued, and fights broke out often among the few people still living near the borders. The armies, however, seemed to be occupied more with winning a giant staring contest than actually going to war. Spies in both courts were kept busy with the tasks ordered by their respective royals, but the tasks tended towards inconvenience and annoyance rather than true sabotage (one spy in the Northern capital was put in the dungeons after getting caught hiding dead fish in crannies all over the castle).
Harvest came and both monarchs were forced to dismiss the majority of their armies to gather crops. Winter soon followed, and the conflict dwindled down to insults carried by royal couriers. Everyone dreaded the spring, when the war was sure to start again.
The neighboring kingdoms had stayed out of the struggle thus far, but an enemy was gathering to the north. They attacked the northern kingdom during planting season, while the army was scattered in the fields. A wave of refugees poured over the border and were quickly taken in by their southern neighbors. The capital was taken and the King captured within a fortnight.
The messenger who brought news of the King’s capture wasn’t sure what to expect from the Witch-Queen. Perhaps joy for the defeat of her enemy, or fear for the coming armies? Instead, she stood, burning with fury and ordered her generals to be gathered. The army was already pouring in, the planting taken over by northern refugees.
The army marched at dawn the next day, the Witch-Queen riding at the front. The weather reflected the Queen’s displeasure and the air crackled with electricity. The march north took a few weeks, and northern soldiers who had been scattered quietly joined the column.
The invading battalion wasn’t expecting much resistance. Their first strike had been a complete rout, and all their intelligence informed the command that there should be no support from surrounding kingdoms. When a full army showed up, they were surprised and quite confused. It was a rather ragtag army, full of angry sorcerers and knights in dirty pink armor. And in front of them all was a young woman with power sparking off her skin.
“I am the Witch-Queen,” came her amplified shout, “and you will turn over the asshole…I mean the King.”
The invaders laughed uneasily and refused. The battle was quick and brutal, with the sorcerers raining fire down on the invaders’ heads and the queen opening up the ground under their feet. The enemy couldn’t get close to the magic users to stop them as the pink knights formed a solid wall around the ranged fighters.
When the bulk of the invaders had been destroyed, the Witch-Queen rode in with a detachment of both knights and sorcerers to storm the command center.
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m here to rescue you, dumbass.”
“I don’t need to be rescued!”
“Fine, stay there then.”
It took a lot of work to repair the damage that had been done, both to the world and to the people. A lot of apologies on both sides, magic and hard work. Both monarchs offered to resign in recompense, but the people wouldn’t hear of it. They did insist on merging the kingdoms again, though. There was a long period of debate about who would rule, but in the end it was easily settled with a royal wedding.
There was no easy happily ever after for anyone in the realm, but there were plenty of good times. Trade flourished between the north and south so resources were distributed evenly. They built a full-time army made of both magic users and knights, and every single troop wore salmon-pink armor or robes. The currency was all changed to feature a canary rather than choose one of the royal faces. Stuffed pig was never allowed on the royal menu, but there was always plenty of chocolate.
The King and Witch-Queen’s arguments were legendary and common, but they limited the damage to their own apartments and both had learned to apologise. They had each learned the dangers of arrogance and stubbornness, and each valued the other too much to risk losing them.
The great chasm that the Witch-Queen had ripped in the earth remained untouched as a reminder of the dangers of pride. Of course the meaning was lost within a generation and it became just another tourist attraction. But the story of the Witch-Queen and her King was never completely forgotten.