She first heard the call as a child, as do all who are drawn by the untamed land. She could not sleep for dreams of running on fleet deer feet, of croaking crow cries high in the snow laden pine branches. Her lungs swelled with the wolf's harrowing howl and her ears, nose, fingers twitched at the thousand sounds, scents, sensations of the ancient ( Read more... )

[ An unplanned somewhat-prequel to one of the geekiest things I have ever written (and that's saying a lot ( Read more... )

Tag information! First and foremost, the majority of my writing centers around my characters Tanim and Daren. Information on the two of them, their history, and my storytelling/writing style can be found here.Journal entries are tagged by topic. I try to keep the number of tags low to make navigation as easy as possible for the reader. The ( Read more... )

The desert is an unfamiliar landscape to her. When she first set out south her journey took her through the slick mountain passes. Skirting the cliffs of granite and ice, she wore heavy furs and rode a cloven hoofed reindeer with antlers as sharp as the daggers at her waist. She lit no fires at night and woke each slate gray morning covered in ( Read more... )

The wind reeks of rot and dried blood. Ignoring the ice crystals which cut through the air like spear shards, frostbitten fingers close around the hilt of a heavy broadsword. A winter's worth of hardened snow crunches beneath thick leather boots as the hunter presses forward, shoulders hunched into the blizzard's wrath. The gale howls as it whips ( Read more... )

[ NOTE (7/5/2011): Not all of this information is current. Calla no longer has a name. She is simply my Bad-Ass Warrior Chick. And Ashwynn doesn't even exist. Other than that, yeah. Weapons and armor and bones. ]

So you know what I realized my writing lacks? Severed heads. Yes, I know, slow on the uptake aren't I? I literally realized that ( Read more... )