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Renfield's Clock - Chapter 14

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Renfield's Clock - Chapter 14

 The police were in agreement with my suggestion.  They were also, in light of the circumstances, not willing to take any chances.  The entire neighborhood was evacuated, despite Renfield's insistence that this was utterly unnecessary.  Whatever happened wouldn't leave the property.  He promised this, while I sat at the conference table at the police station with the captain, Peter, the FBI agents which were still here to tie up loose ends, and a handful others I still didn't know.  I supposed I should fix that someday. “You already burned down one house,” the police captain replied dryly.  “We're doing this my way, with t

Renfield's Clock - Chapter 13

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Renfield's Clock - Chapter 13

 The demon cut my wrists free with his knife.  He pulled me off the table and onto my knees by one arm, then grabbed me from behind and jerked me to my feet.  I inhaled and held my breath against the pain as my arms were released from being held in the same position for so long and pins and needles erupted in my fingers.  I was shoved along in his grip, towards the hallway and the narrow stairs leading to the basement.  The lighting was dim, a handful of overhead bulbs and I stumbled on the last few steps to land on cement floor, Veremails' fingers tight on my arms to keep me from falling. The basement was small with a low ceiling, the wall

Renfield's Clock - Chapter 12

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Renfield's Clock - Chapter 12

 The wording had been deliberate.  I froze at the threat and in that instant, the demon inside me swept my mind up and pushed me aside, tumbling me into the dark.  Veremail was conjuring demon fire, spinning it out of thin air into a whirlwind around us, and Renfield met fire with fire.  He drew it about us like a cape and the black flame combined and then surged outward, racing across the ground until it expired yards away, leaving tendrils of steam in its wake.  The demons were already finding their next spell and Renfield's magic wound through my blood, like the flush of fever, and he gestured with two fingers and this time, Veremail was k

Renfield's Clock - Chapter 11

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Renfield's Clock - Chapter 11

 I learned, by watching the news, that a curfew had been implemented for the city.  It wouldn't be enforced rigorously, as the police were too busy hunting down the demon, but all citizens were recommended to abide by it and ward their houses, if they had the ability to do so.  The news reporters were swarming the police station and I was glad that I'd let Peter go do the legwork at the station by himself.  It would raise far too many questions if someone carrying a demon in their head walked into that mess and I suspected – given the current circumstances – that the public backlash would be enough to get me fired.  Again.  The of

Renfield's Clock - Chapter 10

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Renfield's Clock - Chapter 10

 We were paid a visit by the FBI at around 9am.  I was still in bed, but I woke when they knocked, and I didn't try to get out.  I'd showered for an hour, Renfield had told me, as the demon had finally intruded on the bathroom to make sure I was okay.  He'd stayed on the other side of the curtain, at least, and talked at me until I finally shut off the water and then he left, leaving behind my pajamas.  He said I'd best get used to it.  That I needed to be stronger than this, and that the hand I'd been dealt was unfair, but it was mine to play and there was no other choice but to rise to meet it. “You've avoided everything that hurts,

Renfield's Clock - Chapter 9

Renfield's Clock - Chapter 8

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Renfield's Clock - Chapter 8

 Peter drove me to retrieve my car.  The street was still clogged with emergency vehicles, but I'd parked far down enough that we could avoid the mess.  Even at this small hour of the morning, there were people on the sidewalk, staring at the smoldering remains of the house, and I could see a news crew standing on the other side of the street, cameras pointed at the scene.  I watched them intently as I got out, uneasy, aware that if they found out a demon possession had been involved as well... “We're not releasing any details right now,” Peter said quietly, noticing my nervousness.  “All that's being said is that this is

Renfield's Clock - Chapter 7

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Renfield's Clock - Chapter 7

 We warded two more houses before Peter declared we were done for the day and all that was left to do was wait.  The others were easier to handle, as neither of them bothered with vision and my demon went undetected.  I was introduced as a specialist and remained in the background, letting Peter do all the talking.  It was easier that way.  The people we talked to were more parents, as the majority of the victims were college students.  There were some graduates, Peter said, but they were young and hadn't started families of their own yet.  Adolescents and young adults.  Those were our victims. The families were difficult.  They were cooper

Renfield's Clock - Chapter 6

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Renfield's Clock - Chapter 6

 We scattered the spellbooks on the living room coffee table and I went to make tea while Renfield sorted them.  When I returned, he had one open on his lap, and I sat down next to him to look at the pages.  It was mass produced, glossy color pages interspersed with the pulp print text.  I couldn't help but wonder how these things got manufactured, if they were illegal.  Renfield didn't know, when I asked him.  He'd spent some time in a store for magical components, spellbooks, and other assorted arcana, but the shopkeeper only received his shipments and didn't ask questions about the source.  They fetched quite a price, with the low-end book

The Goddess's Tower

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The Goddess's Tower

 Imprisonment leaves plenty of time for regret.  There is little to do in those long hours but sit and think on what brought us here and how this came to be, and the overwhelming unfairness of it all – that chance and bad luck brought us to this situation.  Here, locked in this lonely room at the roof of the tower, the wan moonlight shining in through the broken slats.  No sunlight.  Never sunlight, not in that cursed place.  Nor the sounds of the outside world, not of the road, of the cars passing by, not even birds or insects.  A world removed, silent, alone, and there we were – prisoners for no reason than we happened to stumbl

Renfield's Clock

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Renfield's Clock

 The package had no label or return address.  It was just left on my front porch, wrapped in layers and layers of packing tape and cardboard, square and slim, about a foot and half in length.  It was heavy as I picked it up and rather than open it there on the front porch, I brought it inside, and sealed my doom. Inside, I found a clock.  It was clearly old, the rim ornately decorated with motifs of vines, and while I was no expert the material was suspiciously reminiscent of gold.  It had to be valuable.  I was bewildered as to why I'd find such a thing left on my front porch.  I turned it over, inspecting each side of it, and that was whe

Ocean's Daughter

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Ocean's Daughter

 As a child, I watched my parents die.  The ocean came and took the Lighthouse Tavarendell away, leaving nothing but ruins and water behind.  We never found their bodies.  We knew, then, that our god had removed his favor from us.  When Aail invaded and took our city, executing my brother in the process, our kingdom fell in truth.  It was already gasping its last breath, reeling from the shock of the ocean's betrayal, and this only confirmed what we already knew.  We were alone. My brother was only ten. I dream about the fall.  The wave that struck the midsection of the lighthouse, wrapping cold fingers around the stone and squeezing tigh

The Dragon's Nest

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The Dragon's Nest

 I think the area where most mages fall short in the acquisition of power was the application of it.  We spend our years studying, we apprentice, we learn to shape the world around us and then take the title mage and spend the rest of our years doing nothing with it.  Certainly, some take advisory roles to the various rulers and nobility of our world, certain enough, but they're viewed with disdain by the other mages that eschew such 'trivial' affairs of the mundane world.  And I?  I, they call a sham.  A pretender.  Not even a mage at all. They're just jealous I thought of this first. We were once part of a larger company, but after the

Playing Games

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Playing Games

I was keenly aware of my situation. Targeted, entranced, and taken away to a place I did not know. That was the thing about vampires – for all our technology and understanding, they existed in the shadows, and their connections were old and deep. They had wealth and power in abundance and guarded it jealously, the shadow puppet-masters behind our world. The price of trying to topple them was too high and so the few that tried found themselves standing alone, for the vampires harmed so few each year that they could be ignored and dismissed. It was safer that way. Then those scant voices would be silenced, quietly, either falling to scand

The Desert War

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The Desert War

I didn't think what I was doing could be called tomb robbing, for there were no bodies to be found. Just layers of dust and sand, accumulated over a hundred years of abandonment, covering what furniture remained intact with a blanket of grime. It sat in thick piles in archways and along the edges of the narrow corridors, where the wind echoed mournfully along the pale stones before dying away completely. There were no traps here, no wards, just the feel of old magic. Mages had built this place, yet there were no defenses. This civilization had fallen quickly, then. Yet, there were no bodies. Not even bones. I expected there to be at least bon

The City

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The City

I was the only witness that wasn't killed by the explosion. I was at the archway, where the narrow street emptied into the courtyard, where the low-hanging platform above me fell away into beams of steel and glass, supporting the curved ceiling. I think it was the wall of the building that protected me. The initial blast threw me backwards. I remembered being lifted off my feet, my world dissolving into light and noise, and then I was laying in a heap against the far wall of the side street, blood running down my face and I couldn't hear anything. There was smoke in the courtyard beyond and I could see glass falling from above, like rain. Sha

Keepers

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Keepers

 Vampires do not dream so much as we remember. Our memories accumulate like dust, sitting in thick sheets, and while our minds rest – for our bodies are dead and do not need sleep as we once did – we tread across those old floors and stir up the memories. Like grains catching the sunlight that we can no longer tolerate. And we dream. And we remember. Sometimes I remember how I was turned. Snippets of the year that Luke gave me, in which I was to order my affairs and ensure that I was content with my body as it would not change once I was a vampire. I went running in the morning, every morning. I remembered those runs, as they wer

Daughters of Winter

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Daughters of Winter

 Father gathered us together, the three daughters of winter. To the eldest, he gave the sword Bite. To the youngest he gave Keen. To me, he gave Chill. Our mother watched, her dark eyes fixed upon her fair-haired daughters, pale as the winter sun. We were snow and ice. It is difficult to love creatures so cold, but she tried. She tried to love us just as she tried to love our father and we saw this for what it was and answered in kind. Just as it is difficult to love the cold, the winter itself harbors no love in its heart. We are borne of starvation, the days when the deer strip the trees of bark in desperation and die with skin pulling furr

Before Dawn

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Before Dawn

 The train shuddered to a halt, brakes screeching and metal whining in protest as it expended the last of its momentum before sinking down to the earth, reluctantly. There was a last groan from the furnace, the thin cries of the fire dwindling away and falling into a hushed whisper, muted by the thick metal plates that consisted of the engine car's walls. The bystanders that always gathered when we pulled in sometimes remarked that it sounded like the whimpering cries of human voices, hundreds of them all bundled up together and thrown into the fire. They said this uneasily, sometimes with a laugh, dismissing the impossible. We, the crew, wou

Spotlight

Ravens of War

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Ravens of War

Donovan Ashton was greeted by only one Raven.  His Raven, to be precise.  She stood at the end of the narrow hangar, just outside of the marked yellow lines, with her hands folded behind her back.  She was dressed in black, her skirt to her knees, her shirt clinging to her body from wrist to just under the chin.  Curiously, she was barefoot, and her black hair was to her waist and cut in a severe line across the forehead.  The Prime Terras of Foerster unbuckled from his seat, ignoring his pilot's protest that the landing sequence wasn't done yet, and leaned forward across the dash to get a better look, such as he could as the small craft bobb
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My Bio
I write. I draw. I write way too much. I paint and play the harp. And I'm part of the Society for Creative Anachronism as Lady Brighid of Red Spears.

kiki-doodle drew that awesomeness for me.

Favourite Visual Artist
Bongoshock or Meradragon
Favourite Movies
Lord of the Rings
Favourite TV Shows
Dr. Who, My Little Pony
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Nightwish, Loreena McKennit
Favourite Books
The Coldfire Trilogy, Those Who Hunt the Night, Blue Moon Rising, Book of the Dun Cow
Favourite Writers
C.S Friedman, Walter Wangerin Jr., Barbara Hambly
Favourite Games
Minecraft, Chrono Trigger
Tools of the Trade
My twisted little mind and fairytales.
Other Interests
Society for Creative Anachronism
I had some requests from friends for prints of the owl, so I went ahead and made a society6 account.  https://society6.com/fainting_goat
If ya'll need me, I'll be flailing around my house in a frenzy because an agent responded to me asking for the full manuscript about two hours after I sent my very first query.  I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THIS. ....I was expecting a rejection after three...
Clearly, I never grew out of the "I love dinosaurs" stage of life, judging by how much I've been playing Ark this past week.

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DylanCArtStudent General Artist
Hello I DylanCart I make Crossover story's do you want to read my story's ?
Ookami-MangetsuProfessional Artisan Crafter
I remember reading some short stories by you YEARS ago about cats with magic powers, I'm not sure how to find those stories again, are they posted anywhere?
SweetBrewHobbyist General Artist
Happy happy birthday.
Happy birthday cake!
Happy happy birthday.
Happy birthday seahorse!
Happy happy birthday.
Happy birthday, Fainting-goat!

You're one year closer to your dreams! :meow::meow::meow:
KarintaStudent General Artist
Thanks for the watch dearest Bonnie!
AXELSASHES General Artist
Happy birthday!!
Brian-OConnellHobbyist General Artist
Happy birthday!
Happy Birthday! :3