Inkweaver
Drafts That Didn't Work
The title is kind of self explanatory. These are drafts that I almost finished, or I started and didn't feel the inspiration to continue on. Basically old stuff cluttering my computer that I really have no use for and wrote years ago.…
Demolition Lovers
After years on the run from the vampires controlling their world, Andrew and Mackenzie's past have finally caught up with them... and it becomes their end. While Mackenzie goes to Heaven and is granted a second life on Earth, Andrew goes to Hell unknowingly. He only remembers Mackenzie's end, and not his own. Will a deal with a dark stranger bring Andrew and Mackenzie back together in another life? Or will a deal with the Devil be their final undoing?…
Story of My Life
A journal that I've decided to start writing because I have no other outlet.…
Never Coming Home
When five friends are deployed in World War II, they expect bad things to happen, because, what else goes on in war? They just never imagined something this bad. Promising each other to come home is reasonable, right?…
The Mentor's Daughter
All her life, Capricia has been an Assassin. Her mother was the daughter of a merchant, and 28 years earlier, Capricia's parents met. The problem is, her father left not long after her conception. After finding and following him around the known world, Capricia finally gets the nerve to talk to him in Konstantiniyye. Will she find the father she's looking for in time? Or will Templars take her?…
Love, Altaїr
I had thought Adha would be the one to lead me to rest, that I might lay down my blade and live as a normal man. But now I know such dreams are best left to sleep...Her face. I try to banish it from my mind as I remember the days and nights during which I chased her Templar captors across the sea. I almost got to them in time. Almost. If I had only been faster. Instead, I held her lifeless body in my arms – saw the terror reflected in her fixed, unblinking eyes...I hunted each man – one by one – until all responsible were gone from the world. But there was no joy in this. No satisfaction or release. Their deaths did not bring her back. Did not heal my wounds. After that, I was certain I would never again feel for a woman as I had for her. I am fortunate to have been wrong. page 7 of Altaїr's Codex…
