Category Archives: The Knight And The Princess

That is not dead which can eternal lie…

Perhaps it was the smoke on the horizon that turned the setting sun into a dropped blood orange, or perhaps it was the pus-slimed wound in the his side, but the King was coughing–quietly, almost apologetically, a diametric opposite from … Continue reading

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The Knight And The Princess

I was reading this series over again, and I think I’ve got something here–what, I have no idea, but something.  But I like it, and I’d like to get some feedback on it. The Knight And The Princess–Introduction The Knight … Continue reading

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Mood and tone

While my writing on Cannibal Hearts is going very well at the moment, I am starting to worry about the tone of the novel, which is definitely getting darker as the book progresses. Catskinner’s Book, while full of violent and … Continue reading

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Notes From All Over

I’ve had kind of rough week, health-wise, a sinus issue that has left me tired and achy and out of sorts, and has cut my productivity.  The famous schizo-effective Saint Louis weather hasn’t helped.  (Monday: sunny and fair, Tuesday: blizzard, … Continue reading

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In The Barbwire Embrace Of A Wanton Muse

I want to write hard science fiction. Seriously.  When I was a kid my heroes were Robert Heinlein and Larry Niven and Arthur Clark and Issac Asimov.  I mean, okay, I’d read Ray Bradbury and Harlan Ellison and even Tanith Lee, but … Continue reading

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The Knight And The Princess–Introduction

I am old now, and my nights are like a stream bed in midsummer, rivulets of cool sleep trickling across an expanse of cracked dry mud. I close my eyes, and when I open them again it is still night. … Continue reading

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The Touch Of Crone Mellya

[This is the last section that I have written.  I am interested in getting feedback on the series so far.]   Breeding and resolve stiffened her spine, but could not strengthen her knees. Once inside the steamhouse she sank gratefully … Continue reading

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