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Chapter 06 the City of Gargoyles – Second Book in the Light Father Trilogy Duct Rats “Small stones create avalanches; small deeds victories” – Thomas Tythe A death’s-head moth fluttered frantically in front of Surl’s face. She turned her head to follow it and beheld in time the Tally-man thrusting a knife at her. Years of relentless training […]
» Read moreChapter 05 of the City of Gargoyles: Second Book of the Light-Father Trilogy. By Candlelight “Saint Peter’s teeth,” Saul choked as his eyes widened and bile rose in his throat. He laid Fern gently upon the floor and turned his gaze away. “Ugh! We must tell the Light-Father of this!” Michael said nothing but drew on […]
» Read moreChapter 04 of the City Of Gargoyles – the second book of the Light-Father Angels of Death “I understand your concern, my son,” Father Ursaf said to Brother Spero, the pilot of Bede Angel Seven. “We know the fugitives were in the Forest of Weal but I’m convinced they did not get as far as Wealthorpe as Father […]
» Read moreChapter 03 of the City of Gargoyles – Second Book in the Light-Father Trilogy The Naked One Abbot Michael was feeling a little faint from heat exhaustion as he stood at one of the east-facing windows of a farmhouse kitchen, meticulously wiping the dirt from the panes using a sleeve of his heavy Order field robes. The […]
» Read moreChapter 02 of The City of Gargoyles – the second book of the Light-Father trilogy Scatterlings Uppermost was a town built for the elite upon the roof of Milverburg. It boasted mansions, fountains, theatres, ornamental gardens, parades, galleries, banks, shops and government offices. Every building was adorned with art and sculptures but there was little theme or […]
» Read more‘This may be the last time you see such a marvellous sunrise for a while, immersed in your studies as you will surely be. Besides, the east face of the fortress has few windows and unless you scale the bastion on that side the vantage would not suffice.’ The enchantress Elariana had a soft husky voice that held a chiding […]
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Visions of the seeress: A poem that’s more of a foretelling lay from a novel I’m writing titled Starforged. The Doom of Vigilance. Submerged in voluminous, voluptuous velvet The void reaches out, it hears you No insipid, soulless hands of fate will cradle you, no thrall, no tranquil will you be You reach for the void, all is not quiet […]
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