Ia looked down on the smoking remains of their village. Even from up here, in the safety of the mountains, she could taste the ash on the air. The anger inside her was deep, she had warned the council that the humans were advancing across their borders and yet they did nothing. And still did … More Smoking Remnants (From the Archives)
When I started An Echo of Things to Come by James Islington, I was certain of two things. Firstly, reading a huge fantasy story that I hadn’t read before on an e-book was considerably harder because I couldn’t have easy access to the map or the glossary, and secondly I knew for certain that this … More My Thoughts on An Echo of Things to Come
Gerald purred against Lily as she stroked him gently. For once the normally crazy cat was subdued, exhausted from staying up all night because of the fireworks. It was a new year. Lily didn’t put too much stock in the whole event, the parties or the dramatic resolutions. That was for those who believed they … More Reborn (From the Archives)
“Stop this!” Vashna screamed, pulling at the ropes around his wrists, “for the sake of yourself, Maynie, you need to stop!” Maynie looked up from the alter, hair askew and magic wild in her eyes. Blue energy surrounded her hands as she continued to move them in the ritual movements. “Stop?” Even though her word … More You can’t re-write history
“Today, we remember our leader,” Hectaius said, standing at the head of the small mound of pebbles which marked all that remained of Right-Leader Ingnat. The rest of the group, only four of them now, raised their tin mugs of whiskey to the sky. Geegi looked haggared, her face laced with cut marks from the … More Souls of Smoke (From the Archives)
The rain hammered against the shutters. Some of it leaked through the shutters, splattering onto the window that was starting to steam up as the air cooled outside. Rhys and Yeil huddled in the centre of the room, wrapped in thick blankets. The house would hold, it had been tested before and it would be … More Prayer to Lymar (From the Archives)
“There is no way on this side of the eleven circles of afterlife I am eating that,” Tanker scrunched his nose up at the proffered sandwich. “Oh come on,” Flanks said next to him, her voice crackling over the comms unit, “why the hell not.” “I ain’t got any idea of what’s in it,” Tanker … More No way I’m eating that
If you’ve read anything about character building, you’ve probably heard about the term “antagonist” before. You might even know who in your book is going to be set up to be the antagonist, but you might not know where to start with building them. This is where understanding the purpose of an antagonist in your … More The Purpose of an Antagonist
“Oh will you just do it,” Uler sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. The cadet smirked. They always did when they started. Thought they knew it all. “I’m fine,” the cadet said, coughing slightly. She didn’t need this, not today. “Take the damn pills,” she said, shoving the bottle into the cadet’s hand, “you’re … More Ochre (From the Archives)
It’s been a bloody day on the battlefield, you know this. You daren’t tell your platoon how bloody, in case they try another revolt. Everyone is drawn out, everyone is tired. You look, through your helmet, at the sunset of another world. Your home world has a gentle red and orange sunset compared to the … More Ochre (From the Archives)
Alex.J.Cobalt 