Category Archives: The Novel

The men in the circle around him tensed. Someone screamed beyond the circle. Then they fired. They fired all at once, and a sulfurous cloud rose from them so Kendrick could not see the hand of the man he was … Continue reading →

“Na-o-belll!” The Paladin, Chosen one of Angel’s Keep bellowed, and the god filled him with fire so holy that the warrior’s very skin glowed with it. He did not move like a normal man, but pounced like a cougar, leapt … Continue reading →

Kendrick’s duty was to stay by the equipment and kill anything that got in bayonet range. Another warm splash of sound, and a Blessing ripped a goblin from a tree and broke it, shrieking, against the ground. A musket went … Continue reading →

The musket was too long, too unwieldy, and no matter how many times he had practiced he was going to die now because his fingers were too panicked to understand his brain. Something shoved Kendrick hard on his back, and … Continue reading →

“A beast of the Storm,” Levanick leapt up the side of the gully, where other Rangers were gathering to peer into the darkness. ” ‘A beast of the Storm,’” mocked Gerhanis under his breath, “who gibbering talks like that? What … Continue reading →

Kendrick jumped, and cursed himself for it. The officious old Professor-Colonel had not, after all, spoken his name. If Kendrick leapt like a startled deer every time Phinneas opened his mouth, everyone would know… What? That Kendrick thought Phinneas was … Continue reading →

Chapter the Seventh In which the Ultimate Fiend meets his Family   Kendrick Fairheart’s boots crunched over a brown carpet of pine needles. Around him and his regiment rose the walls of the dry creek bed, and the tall, cool … Continue reading →

Freetrick hoped his feelings of unease would depart once they got to the castle proper, but as they left the secret passages he was convinced that while they were quite large and grand, the Vile Halls had also been well … Continue reading →

They stopped in front of a wall, apparently no different from any of the rest of the corridor. DeMacabre touched the tongue of a snarling monster incised into a buttress, a section of the wall swung inward, and Freetrick mentally … Continue reading →

~~~ commercial break: ILLUSTRATION The Kingdoms of Evil will continue in a moment, but first, a brief question from the author. During my vacation, I fell behind with illustrations. I’m working on some illustrations for upcoming posts, but I don’t … Continue reading →