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Hello :) I tried making art again, I’ve been just so busy lately :s
Fate, Evermore
Cunning and quiet, the thief makes a play Dagger raised he leaps into the fray Consumed by dragon fire, thief is no more Warrior strong, bold heads into battle too Axe ready and sure, steady, resolved anew Dragon breath makes him ash at the door Wizard makes magic, wise and fierce Casting ice at the […]Fate, Evermore
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Wanting
She fills his slumber with visions of her beauty and magic. She charms him in a voice calming to his soul. He rides night and day searching town to town for her. Across the prairie, the desert, and through the deepest forest. She beckons to him in brief slumber. Seducing his waking moments. Possessed and filled with one desire, to know her embrace. He rides on calling out to his dark…
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Fantasy Friday: Short Story Series
Fantasy Friday: Short Story Series
My goal with this series is to present a more or less Twitter size chapter each Friday, until the fantasy story is complete.
Morgain Bordelon: Demon Hunter #2
As the soldiers and demons, led by Silas Proctor closed in on the castle, Lucinda wrapped the baby in blankets and fled in an unknown passage, below the grounds.
Lucinda raised young Morgain among her people. In this adopted family of…
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Fantasy Friday: Short Story Series
Fantasy Friday: Short Story Series
My goal with this series is to present a more or less Twitter size chapter each Friday, until the fantasy story is complete.
Morgain Bordelon: Demon Hunter #1
The hooves clopping on the broken cobblestone echoes in her ears, while memories from her childhood home, now in ruins fills her mind. The old castle, built long ago by her great-grandfather on the outskirts of New Orleans has nearly…
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