"Alhazred!" Iorek called. His lips were pulled back in a canine snarl. His mount had grown wild beneath him. He fought with its reigns. "The Warg has wings, and shadows lurk in the dunes. The Sand Snakes have abandoned us... and they are burning our men!" An exiled prince, an endless desert, and a knife of untold power.…
A poem about a raven, a crow, and a craven. Or perhaps a poem about a man with three names.…
A poem about a mortal god.…
Come 'round, night's edge draws ever nearGray twilight gathers dark and drear.The air grows brittle, howling, and cold,So heed these tales arcane and old.From beneath the mountains, where magic thrives;From burrows dark, heartless, and dry;From the hearts of shining, brave and tall;These stories fair and foul may crawl. So gather 'round this hearth of stone,And listen now as these tales are sewn.Unwind beside warm and crackling flames,For these are the Tales from the Dark Caves. (This is an anthology of fantasy poems, short stories, ballads, and epics. Cover art by Daphne Hutcheson)…
I wrote this for my dad. He was diagnosed with stage three Mesothelioma cancer in November. For his birthday in March 2019, I finished this poem. I started writing this with him when I was about five years old. It was originally supposed to be a song. I love you, Papa. You are the greatest dad a boy could ask for, and the best man to walk the Earth. I love you.…
From the Isles of Dusk comes Dusky Fellow, a story of conspiracy, assassination, and societal unrest in the city of Tandem. Gangs control street politics while aristocrats wrestle for power over the city. A king sits the throne of the Isles but his daughter holds the crown, and black magic lurks in every shadow.…
In the beginning, there was war.The people of the world surged up against their governments in what became known as Global Civil Battles. For decades, citizens held their cities and their homes with walls of mortar and outdated arms. They were winning. But the governments always had tricks up their sleeves, and when they united their global powers, the devastation brought humanity to its knees--to the brink of extinction.Desperation forced the people into action. It was the only thing they had to hold onto. They began to genetically modify their soldiers for massive suits of power armor to fight the enemy's extreme fire power. Then they really began to win. One branch at a time, the United Government Powers fell to the people. When the final battle had been won and the final blow dealt, the relieved whisper of all could be heard across the world."Victory."A new government rose to power--a civil government, formed and ran by the people. The nations were united as one. And the modified pilots?Global entertainment.…
"The Dark Man will come for you, Eddie. He will come..."…
Nine Fell Beasts slid from the canopies of snow-laden pines beneath a frigid dusk, fleet shadows silent against the falling snow. Blades and glinting arrowheads flashed, held in clawed hands in the moonless dark. Their intentions were as black as old blood... The sacred land of Myra has fallen to the dark. Christmas is no more.…
Bear has known nothing but her tribe, nestled deep in the mountain woods away from any and all other human contact. But during the celebration of her fifth winter, the odd fellows came, with howling death machines of metal and spark. Her family fled. Her mother and very young brother never survived the mountain's cruelty. But Bear survived. Bear was strong. And she had to be stronger still when her father dragged her across the continent, through scorching cities and landscapes unlike anything she had ever seen; and stronger still, when they odd fellows came again and took her father away. And strongest yet, when the woman called Bear learned the truth and lost the man she loved the most.…