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The Week in Links 10/30/15 Halloween, Free Comic Book Event, Binge Reading

Posted at  09.57 - by Unknown


Welcome to the last day of #DarkTwistedFate. Thanks for following and voting. Revisit Parts 1, 2 & 3. Giveaway ends midnight tonight.

~Enjoy~

Kiran grabbed Va and raced for the door. He sensed nothing following them. The door was closer. Still nothing pursued them. Why was the entrance hall so large? Would they make it? Va pulled ahead. She reached the door first and threw it open. Nothing happened. They ran outside. The door clicked closed behind them. Va stopped. Kiran ran into her back.

Human-shaped shadows rose from the red smoke covering the front yard. They packed the grounds, cutting off any escape. They were taller--much taller.

Damn. Kiran couldn’t see a way around them.

“What are they?” he asked Va.

Maybe she could give him some clue to get around these things.

“Nothing.”

This was not the time to withhold information.

He stepped around Va and faced her. Why did she have to be taller?

“What are they?” he asked through his teeth.

She stared at him. Kiran wouldn’t back down.

“Most demons believe we still have some power. We can’t access it anymore. When Lyalls took over the human and demon worlds, that unused part of ourselves, the power inside us, stored the hatred we couldn’t properly express. It’s believed that unused part finds freedom in death. It becomes a Nechtan, an entity who's only purpose is to make others feel as it does. It's unstoppable. It gets inside the mind and takes away who you are.”

They were the essence of dead demons? Why were they shaped like humans? Va said they were supposed to be a myth.

Inside sounded like a more attractive option. He was not going to die here because thoughtless humans picked a rotten place to have a party.

Humming reached through the door. Not that damn song again. Kiran braced himself. The humming didn’t sound like Mom. It was sweet but wrong like a stuffed animal missing an eye. The shadows shivered. The song grew louder. Invisible cold claws raked up and down Kiran’s back. The song reached an ear assaulting shriek. A presence rushed toward Kiran’s back. He dragged Va away from the door. It burst open. The thalig Va was after raced out. It stopped in the yard. The shadows collapsed. Darkness moved, but the Nechtans seemed unable to take their human-like form again.

Kiran forgot how large thaligs were. Its teeth were taller than Va. Those hungry gold eyes killed all thoughts, stopped all movement. Just one of those tree-trunk legs could crushed Kiran. That beast was cursed with six of them. Kiran needed to do something. But what?

“Stop staring and let us leave before they wake up.”

Vikramma and the children sat on the beast’s back.

Was he saving them? His kind were savages. They destroyed worlds. They killed his family. They tortured for fun.

Why would he save them?

Va’s arms hooked around Kiran. She jumped on the thalig’s back. She released Kiran as they sat behind the children. The beast lunged forward, nearly throwing Kiran off. He adjusted himself and turned to Va.

“Are you insane? Why are we accepting help from a Lyall? They will kill us.”

“We did not destroy the worlds nor did we enslave human and demon kind. We experiment. We don’t run worlds.” Vikramma said. “They did it.” He pointed to the shadows as they regained their nearly sold form. “Them and the Chetens, the hooded creature.”

“Why would be believe you?” Kiran demanded. Nechtans were the essence of dead demons. Weren't they? Why wasn’t Va saying anything. Why did she merely frown at Vikramma? Why did she go with this Lyall without a fight?

“You have other problems, demon. That Cheten wasn’t here for us or the dead humans.”

Kiran’s blood ran hot then cold.

“Are you saying it’s after us?” Va finally said.

Why didn’t she sound frightened or surprised? Vikramma aimed a frown at Va.

“You know what it wants.”

She looked down at Kiran. “I might.”

Vikramma faced forward. “I’ll finally learn why we were ordered to let the last Neeal live.”

Kiran stiffened. “What does my family have to do with this?”

“Demons are stupid,” the little girl said.

“They make better toys. We must play with them,” the boys said.

“Not those two. We need them. You have this thalig to play with, now."

The children cheered.

“Need us? Vas asked.

“You’re going to save us,” Vikramma said. 

Va snorted. " I doubt that."

"I wasn't asking."

Va clicked her tongue. She slipped her arm around Kiran’s waist, resting her chin on his shoulder.

“Do you trust me?” she asked.

“Not at the moment.”

“I’m serious.”

Kiran sighed. “Yes.”

He always sensed something odd about Va’s family. He attached himself to Va because she felt the most honest. The Ka treated him as family. He never felt like an outsider. A thought in the back of his head always nagged at him. Kiran’s family never dealt with the Kas before they died. Why did the Kas take him in?

“My family loves you, but they didn’t adopt you out of kindness,” Va said.

Kiran leaned again Va. She didn’t throw him off. The night didn’t turn out so bad.

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Dark Twisted Fate: Story and Giveaway Part 4

Posted at  07.13 - by Unknown


Welcome to the last day of #DarkTwistedFate. Thanks for following and voting. Revisit Parts 1, 2 & 3. Giveaway ends midnight tonight.

~Enjoy~

Kiran grabbed Va and raced for the door. He sensed nothing following them. The door was closer. Still nothing pursued them. Why was the entrance hall so large? Would they make it? Va pulled ahead. She reached the door first and threw it open. Nothing happened. They ran outside. The door clicked closed behind them. Va stopped. Kiran ran into her back.

Human-shaped shadows rose from the red smoke covering the front yard. They packed the grounds, cutting off any escape. They were taller--much taller.

Damn. Kiran couldn’t see a way around them.

“What are they?” he asked Va.

Maybe she could give him some clue to get around these things.

“Nothing.”

This was not the time to withhold information.

He stepped around Va and faced her. Why did she have to be taller?

“What are they?” he asked through his teeth.

She stared at him. Kiran wouldn’t back down.

“Most demons believe we still have some power. We can’t access it anymore. When Lyalls took over the human and demon worlds, that unused part of ourselves, the power inside us, stored the hatred we couldn’t properly express. It’s believed that unused part finds freedom in death. It becomes a Nechtan, an entity who's only purpose is to make others feel as it does. It's unstoppable. It gets inside the mind and takes away who you are.”

They were the essence of dead demons? Why were they shaped like humans? Va said they were supposed to be a myth.

Inside sounded like a more attractive option. He was not going to die here because thoughtless humans picked a rotten place to have a party.

Humming reached through the door. Not that damn song again. Kiran braced himself. The humming didn’t sound like Mom. It was sweet but wrong like a stuffed animal missing an eye. The shadows shivered. The song grew louder. Invisible cold claws raked up and down Kiran’s back. The song reached an ear assaulting shriek. A presence rushed toward Kiran’s back. He dragged Va away from the door. It burst open. The thalig Va was after raced out. It stopped in the yard. The shadows collapsed. Darkness moved, but the Nechtans seemed unable to take their human-like form again.

Kiran forgot how large thaligs were. Its teeth were taller than Va. Those hungry gold eyes killed all thoughts, stopped all movement. Just one of those tree-trunk legs could crushed Kiran. That beast was cursed with six of them. Kiran needed to do something. But what?

“Stop staring and let us leave before they wake up.”

Vikramma and the children sat on the beast’s back.

Was he saving them? His kind were savages. They destroyed worlds. They killed his family. They tortured for fun.

Why would he save them?

Va’s arms hooked around Kiran. She jumped on the thalig’s back. She released Kiran as they sat behind the children. The beast lunged forward, nearly throwing Kiran off. He adjusted himself and turned to Va.

“Are you insane? Why are we accepting help from a Lyall? They will kill us.”

“We did not destroy the worlds nor did we enslave human and demon kind. We experiment. We don’t run worlds.” Vikramma said. “They did it.” He pointed to the shadows as they regained their nearly sold form. “Them and the Chetens, the hooded creature.”

“Why would be believe you?” Kiran demanded. Nechtans were the essence of dead demons. Weren't they? Why wasn’t Va saying anything. Why did she merely frown at Vikramma? Why did she go with this Lyall without a fight?

“You have other problems, demon. That Cheten wasn’t here for us or the dead humans.”

Kiran’s blood ran hot then cold.

“Are you saying it’s after us?” Va finally said.

Why didn’t she sound frightened or surprised? Vikramma aimed a frown at Va.

“You know what it wants.”

She looked down at Kiran. “I might.”

Vikramma faced forward. “I’ll finally learn why we were ordered to let the last Neeal live.”

Kiran stiffened. “What does my family have to do with this?”

“Demons are stupid,” the little girl said.

“They make better toys. We must play with them,” the boys said.

“Not those two. We need them. You have this thalig to play with, now."

The children cheered.

“Need us? Vas asked.

“You’re going to save us,” Vikramma said. 

Va snorted. " I doubt that."

"I wasn't asking."

Va clicked her tongue. She slipped her arm around Kiran’s waist, resting her chin on his shoulder.

“Do you trust me?” she asked.

“Not at the moment.”

“I’m serious.”

Kiran sighed. “Yes.”

He always sensed something odd about Va’s family. He attached himself to Va because she felt the most honest. The Ka treated him as family. He never felt like an outsider. A thought in the back of his head always nagged at him. Kiran’s family never dealt with the Kas before they died. Why did the Kas take him in?

“My family loves you, but they didn’t adopt you out of kindness,” Va said.

Kiran leaned again Va. She didn’t throw him off. The night didn’t turn out so bad.

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The Week in Links 10/23/15 Magic Systems, Anime Preview, Self-Editing

Posted at  10.02 - by Unknown




Title: Letter from Hell
Author: M. Lee Mendelson
Genre: Horror

A simple, routine call to 911 unexpectedly erupts into a grisly suicide. Mike, a well-seasoned deputy is uncharacteristically disturbed by the gruesome scene. Who was this tortured soul, and why did this happen? 

Innocently, most of us accept our destiny. We assume our life experiences are the result of mere chance. Few of us discover that our fate is actually an orchestrated tapestry woven from beyond our world. When that influencing weaver is from the netherworld, you may likely find yourself on a dark, terrifying, and tragic journey. 

What if you discovered a letter penned by a desperate soul from beyond the grave, a literal letter from hell? What if that letter could alter your perception of reality by revealing that you are not in control? Would you dare read it?




Suddenly, out of the deafening silence, there erupted a bloodcurdling shriek from the quiet house which Mike had just walked away from, confident that all was well.

“I LOVE YOU! NO, DON’T! OH MY GOD! PLEASE NO!!!!”

Mike whirled around. As he did, he saw a bright flash looking like the strobe of a camera in a dark room, illuminating the large plate glass window of that beautiful house. With the flash came a single, thunderous “BOOM.”

Mike’s experience and training instantly took over. Instinctively, he drew his weapon and took cover behind the trunk of a large oak tree in Beatrice’s front yard.

Taking a quick inventory of himself first, he then looked and saw Steve, who had almost made it to his car, standing in the middle of the road. He appeared to be paralyzed with uncertainty.

The senior, more experienced Mike called out, “STEVE, GET YOUR RIFLE AND TAKE COVER!”

Mike then turned and cried out, “MRS. JOHANSEN, GET INSIDE YOUR HOUSE!”

Steve snapped to and reacted to Mike’s commands. He ran to his trunk and retrieved his AR-15 rifle.

He then took cover behind his patrol car.

“FOUR-THIRTEEN DISPATCH, SHOT FIRED, SHOT FIRED FROM 2701 RED OAK CIRCLE, REQUEST IMMEDIATE BACKUP, BE ADVISED WE HAVE A SINGLE SHOT INSIDE THE RESIDENCE!”

“Dispatch to four-thirteen, copy shot fired.”

The once quiet radio now sparkled to life. “Dispatch to four-oh-three, four-oh-nine, four-twenty-two, four-thirty-seven, Supervisor six, Canine seven, respond to 2701 Red Oak Circle for a reported shot fired.”

From the report, Mike could tell it had been a large caliber weapon that he’d heard, probably a shotgun or rifle. All units reported en route. Mike could now collect his thoughts.

He rapidly assessed. Am I okay? Check. Is Steve okay? Check. Is Mrs. Johansen okay? Check. Help coming? Check. In the distance, Mike could hear the sounds of sirens. The cavalry is coming!

In what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was only a span of a few seconds, Mike had run his checklist and was satisfied he was ready to continue.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the same female voice piercing the silence.

Following the sound of her screams, Mike heard, “OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD, HE’S DEAD! HE’S DEAD! HELP ME, HELP ME!”


A first time author, M. Lee Mendelson and his wife Yvonne have six children between them, three boys and three girls. Yes–the Brady Bunch. He was inspired and encouraged by Yvonne to write his first book after he proposed the concept to her. 

M. Lee never dreamt of writing anything before his first book, but has now discovered he has a passion for writing, with one idea after another pouring out of him. A rare native Floridian, M. Lee recently retired from a career as a full-time firefighter and part-time law enforcement officer. His twenty-six years of experience on the streets have given him a vast array of experiences; some good, some bad. 

His recent retirement allows him much more freedom to dedicate to his newfound obsession with the written word. His first book, “Letter From Hell,” is a complex horror novel with a little something for everyone M. Lee’s real-life experiences, coupled with an active and vivid imagination, allow his stories to come alive. 

Striving to paint pictures with words, he immerses the reader into his scenes. His ambition is that people will enjoy reading his work and deem it worthy to recommend to others.

Letter From Hell by M. Lee Mendelson

Posted at  23.40 - by Unknown




Title: Letter from Hell
Author: M. Lee Mendelson
Genre: Horror

A simple, routine call to 911 unexpectedly erupts into a grisly suicide. Mike, a well-seasoned deputy is uncharacteristically disturbed by the gruesome scene. Who was this tortured soul, and why did this happen? 

Innocently, most of us accept our destiny. We assume our life experiences are the result of mere chance. Few of us discover that our fate is actually an orchestrated tapestry woven from beyond our world. When that influencing weaver is from the netherworld, you may likely find yourself on a dark, terrifying, and tragic journey. 

What if you discovered a letter penned by a desperate soul from beyond the grave, a literal letter from hell? What if that letter could alter your perception of reality by revealing that you are not in control? Would you dare read it?




Suddenly, out of the deafening silence, there erupted a bloodcurdling shriek from the quiet house which Mike had just walked away from, confident that all was well.

“I LOVE YOU! NO, DON’T! OH MY GOD! PLEASE NO!!!!”

Mike whirled around. As he did, he saw a bright flash looking like the strobe of a camera in a dark room, illuminating the large plate glass window of that beautiful house. With the flash came a single, thunderous “BOOM.”

Mike’s experience and training instantly took over. Instinctively, he drew his weapon and took cover behind the trunk of a large oak tree in Beatrice’s front yard.

Taking a quick inventory of himself first, he then looked and saw Steve, who had almost made it to his car, standing in the middle of the road. He appeared to be paralyzed with uncertainty.

The senior, more experienced Mike called out, “STEVE, GET YOUR RIFLE AND TAKE COVER!”

Mike then turned and cried out, “MRS. JOHANSEN, GET INSIDE YOUR HOUSE!”

Steve snapped to and reacted to Mike’s commands. He ran to his trunk and retrieved his AR-15 rifle.

He then took cover behind his patrol car.

“FOUR-THIRTEEN DISPATCH, SHOT FIRED, SHOT FIRED FROM 2701 RED OAK CIRCLE, REQUEST IMMEDIATE BACKUP, BE ADVISED WE HAVE A SINGLE SHOT INSIDE THE RESIDENCE!”

“Dispatch to four-thirteen, copy shot fired.”

The once quiet radio now sparkled to life. “Dispatch to four-oh-three, four-oh-nine, four-twenty-two, four-thirty-seven, Supervisor six, Canine seven, respond to 2701 Red Oak Circle for a reported shot fired.”

From the report, Mike could tell it had been a large caliber weapon that he’d heard, probably a shotgun or rifle. All units reported en route. Mike could now collect his thoughts.

He rapidly assessed. Am I okay? Check. Is Steve okay? Check. Is Mrs. Johansen okay? Check. Help coming? Check. In the distance, Mike could hear the sounds of sirens. The cavalry is coming!

In what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was only a span of a few seconds, Mike had run his checklist and was satisfied he was ready to continue.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the same female voice piercing the silence.

Following the sound of her screams, Mike heard, “OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD, HE’S DEAD! HE’S DEAD! HELP ME, HELP ME!”


A first time author, M. Lee Mendelson and his wife Yvonne have six children between them, three boys and three girls. Yes–the Brady Bunch. He was inspired and encouraged by Yvonne to write his first book after he proposed the concept to her. 

M. Lee never dreamt of writing anything before his first book, but has now discovered he has a passion for writing, with one idea after another pouring out of him. A rare native Floridian, M. Lee recently retired from a career as a full-time firefighter and part-time law enforcement officer. His twenty-six years of experience on the streets have given him a vast array of experiences; some good, some bad. 

His recent retirement allows him much more freedom to dedicate to his newfound obsession with the written word. His first book, “Letter From Hell,” is a complex horror novel with a little something for everyone M. Lee’s real-life experiences, coupled with an active and vivid imagination, allow his stories to come alive. 

Striving to paint pictures with words, he immerses the reader into his scenes. His ambition is that people will enjoy reading his work and deem it worthy to recommend to others.


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Clicking her tongue, Va turned and headed for the door. Kiran was more than happy to follow her this time. She walked too slowly. Kiran wanted miles between them and this building.

A humming rose. Mom’s song. Kiran stopped.

Child Kiran stood beside Mom. She smelled of dira flowers and shima oil. The family blade sat across her lap. She held her hand over it. Black and yellow smoke poured from her palms, surrounding the sword. That blade would be his one day. He gripped Mom's dress. She smiled at him, humming.

The song turned into a scream.

Mom disappeared. Darkness remained. The scream attacked his skull like a spiked terist horn. He slapped his hands over his ears. Cool liquid met his hands. He stuffed it back into his ears. Maybe that would stop the scream’s sickening assault. He pushed the liquid. It didn’t protect him. The scream pierced behind his eyes. It wove through his skin like a sewing needle. He felt it everywhere.

That monster, Vikramma, defiled Mom’s song. Kiran stopped covering his ears. The beast savaged his warmest and last memory of Mom. Blood ran out of Kiran's ears like water. It leaked from his eyes. He let it.

He represented the Neeals and the Kas. He’d make his lost family and his new family proud.

The darkness disappeared. The blood soak entrance hall appeared. The scream assaulted.

A frown disturbed Vikramma's once haughty expression.

Kiran was on his hands and knees. Va petted his head. Warm waves eased the pain still moving through his body. Va's mouth moved. He couldn’t hear her. She was facing Vikramma.

The scream died.

“If we bow before you, we cannot stand in front of our families,” Va said.

Vikramma was a Lyall. His kind enslaved humans. They took the demon’s home, power and freedom. They poisoned both worlds with their insatiable plants and animals. They could never destroy a demon’s pride.

Human shaped shadows flowed into the room. Dozens of them milled into the hall like late party guests. The air buzzed with garbled chatter. Their shadow feet floated over the carnage. The gore disappeared.

Their bodies of darkness became more solid as they inhaled the humans' remains. 

Va stepped back. She never retreated. What were these beasts?

“I’ve heard stories.” Va grabbed him arm, hauling Kiran to his feet. “Those things are supposed to be a myth.” She stepped toward the door.

A robed figure almost as tall as the room floated it. Wind disturbed the fabric though no breeze penetrated the room. No solid body was under that robe though skeletal arms stuck out of the sleeves. The hood was pulled tight around its misshapen head. No feet fell out the bottom the robe. 

The two children shivered behind Vikramma who eyes were wide. The color left his face. What sort of beasts were these creatures that even a Lyall was afraid of them?

 Select or comment your response. Come back next Monday for the final installment of Dark Twisted Fate!


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Dark Twisted Fate: Story and Giveaway Part 3

Posted at  06.12 - by Unknown


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"Leave without responding" won.  Enjoy Part 3 and vote what happens next.
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Clicking her tongue, Va turned and headed for the door. Kiran was more than happy to follow her this time. She walked too slowly. Kiran wanted miles between them and this building.

A humming rose. Mom’s song. Kiran stopped.

Child Kiran stood beside Mom. She smelled of dira flowers and shima oil. The family blade sat across her lap. She held her hand over it. Black and yellow smoke poured from her palms, surrounding the sword. That blade would be his one day. He gripped Mom's dress. She smiled at him, humming.

The song turned into a scream.

Mom disappeared. Darkness remained. The scream attacked his skull like a spiked terist horn. He slapped his hands over his ears. Cool liquid met his hands. He stuffed it back into his ears. Maybe that would stop the scream’s sickening assault. He pushed the liquid. It didn’t protect him. The scream pierced behind his eyes. It wove through his skin like a sewing needle. He felt it everywhere.

That monster, Vikramma, defiled Mom’s song. Kiran stopped covering his ears. The beast savaged his warmest and last memory of Mom. Blood ran out of Kiran's ears like water. It leaked from his eyes. He let it.

He represented the Neeals and the Kas. He’d make his lost family and his new family proud.

The darkness disappeared. The blood soak entrance hall appeared. The scream assaulted.

A frown disturbed Vikramma's once haughty expression.

Kiran was on his hands and knees. Va petted his head. Warm waves eased the pain still moving through his body. Va's mouth moved. He couldn’t hear her. She was facing Vikramma.

The scream died.

“If we bow before you, we cannot stand in front of our families,” Va said.

Vikramma was a Lyall. His kind enslaved humans. They took the demon’s home, power and freedom. They poisoned both worlds with their insatiable plants and animals. They could never destroy a demon’s pride.

Human shaped shadows flowed into the room. Dozens of them milled into the hall like late party guests. The air buzzed with garbled chatter. Their shadow feet floated over the carnage. The gore disappeared.

Their bodies of darkness became more solid as they inhaled the humans' remains. 

Va stepped back. She never retreated. What were these beasts?

“I’ve heard stories.” Va grabbed him arm, hauling Kiran to his feet. “Those things are supposed to be a myth.” She stepped toward the door.

A robed figure almost as tall as the room floated it. Wind disturbed the fabric though no breeze penetrated the room. No solid body was under that robe though skeletal arms stuck out of the sleeves. The hood was pulled tight around its misshapen head. No feet fell out the bottom the robe. 

The two children shivered behind Vikramma who eyes were wide. The color left his face. What sort of beasts were these creatures that even a Lyall was afraid of them?

 Select or comment your response. Come back next Monday for the final installment of Dark Twisted Fate!


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The Week in Links 10/16/15 Murder Houses, Blogging Tips, Pre-NaNoWriMo

Posted at  09.13 - by Unknown


Welcome again to #DarkTwistedFate- a dark fantasy story perfect for Halloween. You decide what happens next. If you've entered this dark world for the first time, enjoy PART 1 before continuing.

Results are in and "ask the male who he is" won. Enjoy Part 2 and vote for what happens next!

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“Who are you?” Va demanded louder than necessary.

Her voice lingered.

The male lifted his eyebrow. “Why do you think you can talk to me like that?”

“Why are you here?” Va snapped.

The male stood. Even from a distance, Kiran could tell he was taller than normal.

“Again, why do you think you can talk to me like that? I am Slaven lah Vikramma. You shall call me Miinous Vikramma.”

The air burned Kiran’s nose and the back of his throat. Vikramma's eyes went from black to violet and back to silver.

Miinous? Kiran’s heart stuttered. Va swore. She stepped in front of Kiran, shielding him from the monster. Vikramma was one of them. Lyalls ruled the world. Kiran never had the misfortune of seeing one. The stories demons told about them— slavery, torture of the mind and body, killing for sport, partial possession for fun.

Kiran would admit it. He was afraid. Va pressed her back to him. He was grateful for her height. He shouldn’t need protection. Kiran wasn’t so ashamed of it to step from behind her. They protected each other.

Va was all horns and poisonous fangs.

Kiran used to imagine the kind of monsters that enslaved the world. He never thought they’d be so average looking.

“Why do you know of us?” Va asked.

Vikramma regarded them as if determining their mental state. He smelled like well-seasoned rare meat. The creature’s eyes, simple silver eyes. They locked onto Kiran. Invisible hands touched Kiran in places he could never clean. Those eyes poured filth into his soul.

When the Lyalls took over, they grabbed all the worlds’ powers for themselves. Demons couldn’t form attacks without spells and potions. Kiran and Va only bought with them small magic imbued weapons. This was supposed to be a simple yet annoying party.

Kiran removed the blue bladed dagger from its holster.

“Of course I know of the last Neeal and the foolish demon clan that took him in. I don’t understand why our leaders let you live. Your family’s grab for power, Kiran, was more bothersome than expected. We killed them all to ensure no one acted above themselves.”

Kiran felt insects infect his spine at the sound of his name in the monster’s voice.

One of the children, a pink haired female, skipped to the Vikramma. She gripped his pants leg.

“Can we keep them?” she pointed at Kiran and Va.

The male patted her head. “No, they’re dirty. I’ll find you a nice human you can play with.”

She folded her face. “Humans break too easily. Demons last longer.”

“That they do,” the male grumbled.

Kiran didn’t for care the route this conversation took. He pulled Va’s arm, guiding her toward the door. Va let him lead her.

The male cleared his throat. “That beast killed my prey. Find it and bring it here for my sister. You can have your blood."

Va stiffened. How did Vikramma know what Va was after? What would happen if they refused?



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Dark Twisted Fate: Game and Giveaway Part 2

Posted at  07.54 - by Unknown


Welcome again to #DarkTwistedFate- a dark fantasy story perfect for Halloween. You decide what happens next. If you've entered this dark world for the first time, enjoy PART 1 before continuing.

Results are in and "ask the male who he is" won. Enjoy Part 2 and vote for what happens next!

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“Who are you?” Va demanded louder than necessary.

Her voice lingered.

The male lifted his eyebrow. “Why do you think you can talk to me like that?”

“Why are you here?” Va snapped.

The male stood. Even from a distance, Kiran could tell he was taller than normal.

“Again, why do you think you can talk to me like that? I am Slaven lah Vikramma. You shall call me Miinous Vikramma.”

The air burned Kiran’s nose and the back of his throat. Vikramma's eyes went from black to violet and back to silver.

Miinous? Kiran’s heart stuttered. Va swore. She stepped in front of Kiran, shielding him from the monster. Vikramma was one of them. Lyalls ruled the world. Kiran never had the misfortune of seeing one. The stories demons told about them— slavery, torture of the mind and body, killing for sport, partial possession for fun.

Kiran would admit it. He was afraid. Va pressed her back to him. He was grateful for her height. He shouldn’t need protection. Kiran wasn’t so ashamed of it to step from behind her. They protected each other.

Va was all horns and poisonous fangs.

Kiran used to imagine the kind of monsters that enslaved the world. He never thought they’d be so average looking.

“Why do you know of us?” Va asked.

Vikramma regarded them as if determining their mental state. He smelled like well-seasoned rare meat. The creature’s eyes, simple silver eyes. They locked onto Kiran. Invisible hands touched Kiran in places he could never clean. Those eyes poured filth into his soul.

When the Lyalls took over, they grabbed all the worlds’ powers for themselves. Demons couldn’t form attacks without spells and potions. Kiran and Va only bought with them small magic imbued weapons. This was supposed to be a simple yet annoying party.

Kiran removed the blue bladed dagger from its holster.

“Of course I know of the last Neeal and the foolish demon clan that took him in. I don’t understand why our leaders let you live. Your family’s grab for power, Kiran, was more bothersome than expected. We killed them all to ensure no one acted above themselves.”

Kiran felt insects infect his spine at the sound of his name in the monster’s voice.

One of the children, a pink haired female, skipped to the Vikramma. She gripped his pants leg.

“Can we keep them?” she pointed at Kiran and Va.

The male patted her head. “No, they’re dirty. I’ll find you a nice human you can play with.”

She folded her face. “Humans break too easily. Demons last longer.”

“That they do,” the male grumbled.

Kiran didn’t for care the route this conversation took. He pulled Va’s arm, guiding her toward the door. Va let him lead her.

The male cleared his throat. “That beast killed my prey. Find it and bring it here for my sister. You can have your blood."

Va stiffened. How did Vikramma know what Va was after? What would happen if they refused?



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The Week in Links 10/9/15 Blue Fire, Halloween, NaNoWriMo Prep

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October is one of my favorite months. NY Comic Con is in a couple of weeks. The weather's not too hot or too cold. The leaves change colors. More importantly, it's a whole month for celebrating horror. I have some fun things planned for you.

Newsletter
You probably noticed that new image near the top of the sidebar.
I'm starting a newsletter! Took me 3 days to get the confirmation email and the reward right. Sign up and you'll get the first 3 chapters of Chains of the Sciell. You'll also get scans of handwritten notes that helped make this story. Find more info about the newsletter HERE or by clicking the image in the sidebar.

Header
If you've been following this blog for awhile, you've probably noticed the ever changing header. I'm not doing that on purpose. I simply can't stop designing. I decided to have some fun with it. Each month, this blog and my social networks, will have a themed header. Here's s sneak peek of October's header.


October Release
Building Dark Worlds: A World Building Guide is being released October 27. It'll be available for pre-orders soon.

Story and a Giveaway!
I'll be running my first giveaway on this blog. It's the first time I'm using Rafflecopter. I'm looking forward to it. Here's a sneak peek of the giveaway prize.
The giveaway will run 10/5-10/26 along side a Choose Your Own Adventure horror story. I'll be posting a horror/dark fantasy story series on this blog every Monday in October. You get to vote on what happens next in the story!

Virtual Book Tour Host
I'm a tour host for Enchanted Book and Goddess Fish Promotion. Every Wednesday, I'll feature books or a guest post. Occasionally, I'll publish these promotional posts on days other than Wednesday if it's a book/author I'm really interested in. If you want to write a guest post of have your book featured on my blog, email me at audendjohnson (at) gmail (dot) com!

-Update- Virtual FantasyCon

I'm participating in Virtual FantasyCon!!!
"Flavour of Fantasy is an online group and collective. We’re hosting the first ever Virtual (online) FantasyCon. It will be held online in a Facebook Event on November 1-8, 2015.
There will also be panel discussions via YouTube, a Scavenger Hunt, Giveaways, and a Cosplayer Costume Contest with a daily prize for the best selfie and costume and a grand prize."
I'm speaking on a panel about creating magic systems! Follow me on Twitter or like my Facebook page to keep up-to-date on this event.

Schedule:
 Nov 1- Sci-Fi Sunday
Nov 2- Paranormal Monday
No 3- Dark Tuesday (I'm participating on this day)
Nov 4- Epic Wednesday

And More
I have some special posts prepared for Instagram and Tumblr.

Special Announcements!

Posted at  08.03 - by Unknown

October is one of my favorite months. NY Comic Con is in a couple of weeks. The weather's not too hot or too cold. The leaves change colors. More importantly, it's a whole month for celebrating horror. I have some fun things planned for you.

Newsletter
You probably noticed that new image near the top of the sidebar.
I'm starting a newsletter! Took me 3 days to get the confirmation email and the reward right. Sign up and you'll get the first 3 chapters of Chains of the Sciell. You'll also get scans of handwritten notes that helped make this story. Find more info about the newsletter HERE or by clicking the image in the sidebar.

Header
If you've been following this blog for awhile, you've probably noticed the ever changing header. I'm not doing that on purpose. I simply can't stop designing. I decided to have some fun with it. Each month, this blog and my social networks, will have a themed header. Here's s sneak peek of October's header.


October Release
Building Dark Worlds: A World Building Guide is being released October 27. It'll be available for pre-orders soon.

Story and a Giveaway!
I'll be running my first giveaway on this blog. It's the first time I'm using Rafflecopter. I'm looking forward to it. Here's a sneak peek of the giveaway prize.
The giveaway will run 10/5-10/26 along side a Choose Your Own Adventure horror story. I'll be posting a horror/dark fantasy story series on this blog every Monday in October. You get to vote on what happens next in the story!

Virtual Book Tour Host
I'm a tour host for Enchanted Book and Goddess Fish Promotion. Every Wednesday, I'll feature books or a guest post. Occasionally, I'll publish these promotional posts on days other than Wednesday if it's a book/author I'm really interested in. If you want to write a guest post of have your book featured on my blog, email me at audendjohnson (at) gmail (dot) com!

-Update- Virtual FantasyCon

I'm participating in Virtual FantasyCon!!!
"Flavour of Fantasy is an online group and collective. We’re hosting the first ever Virtual (online) FantasyCon. It will be held online in a Facebook Event on November 1-8, 2015.
There will also be panel discussions via YouTube, a Scavenger Hunt, Giveaways, and a Cosplayer Costume Contest with a daily prize for the best selfie and costume and a grand prize."
I'm speaking on a panel about creating magic systems! Follow me on Twitter or like my Facebook page to keep up-to-date on this event.

Schedule:
 Nov 1- Sci-Fi Sunday
Nov 2- Paranormal Monday
No 3- Dark Tuesday (I'm participating on this day)
Nov 4- Epic Wednesday

And More
I have some special posts prepared for Instagram and Tumblr.


Book Marketing and Branding
Your Top-to-Bottom Email Checklist: What to Include Before You Hit Send
How to Build a Periscope Audience for Your Business

The Week in Links 9/25/15 Prometheus, Oculus, Reading Reviews

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Book Marketing and Branding
Your Top-to-Bottom Email Checklist: What to Include Before You Hit Send
How to Build a Periscope Audience for Your Business

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