Fantasy
Chime
Windchimes. So many people love them. So few know what they really are. The ringing stings. No matter how many times I get called to a gig, it takes a couple seconds for the crap feeling to pass. Eventually, I shake it off and look around. Big house. Suburban. Wealthy. But then, it usually is.…
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A short story set in the world of my paranormal series The Nephilim. Cameron Redmond woke with a start, heart pounding. His body was soaked with sweat. He kicked off the clammy sheet and lay staring up at the ceiling. Beside him, Piers slept like the dead. Like he always did after sex. Cam turned…
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A short story set in the world of my paranormal series The Nephilim. Braxton Camulus wore a signet on the last finger of his right hand. It was a finely wrought wood mosaic, set with a chip of raw ruby. When the stone began to glow, he stared at it for a long moment, then…
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A short story set in the world of my paranormal series The Nephilim. Morgana MacKerran sent the icy deluge squarely into Collum’s face. Her useless cousin bolted upright, sputtering. He shook his head and inhaled, she guessed, more water than air. Collum roared his displeasure, then ruined the effect with a fit of wheezy coughing.…
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AD 118 Tongues of flame licked the thatched roof. Sunlight flashed on a Legionary’s helmet. Soldiers advanced, swords drawn. So many. More than Owein could count. The attackers had hacked through the front line of Celts. As the youngest of the warriors with only sixteen years, Owein had been left in charge of the village.…
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