For the past few days, Cadmus has really been imposing his presence on me. So much so, in fact, I've picked up the pencil again and have been attempting to draw him. This is what has come of it, in all its crappy art glory ( Read more... )

This is a perfect example of why Tom Hardy could be the only one to fill Cadmus' godawful boots in a movie.


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This is the first revision, with the idea of The Harming Tree being more of a novel than a collection of short stories. There will be more changes here until I no longer find all this revolting.

After the song of the Augury of was sung, the Great Hive was terribly decimated by the mortation and purging of the Vampires. Gone were the last Tarmi of ( Read more... )

When I first started The Harming Tree, it was initially going to be a collection of short stories, each one based on Cadmus re-aqcuiring one of the many emotions abused out of him beginning at a very early age.
I had two stories written already, and was working on The Star Watcher and what was to be Cadmus' realisation of the ultimate emotion, love ( Read more... )

Just a few seconds ago, I had a bit of a Vampiric epiphany ( Read more... )

Thanks to trying to write Cadmus whilst making a comment about love ( Read more... )

So this is what's poured outta me so far this evening. (the sound the centerpiece is making was inspired by the sound The One Ring makes just before it's devoured by the fires of Mount Doom ~ just FYI ( Read more... )

How about a musical correspondence to these damned characters as they play? Why? Why not? Done in real time as I writing "Feeding the Tree."

• The Airborne Toxic Event "Sometime Around Midnight" - Cadmus Pariah
• Digable Planets "Rebirth of Slick" - Flint
• Shriekback "Despite Dense Weed" - Cadmus Pariah (wow, you think?)
• Alphaville "Forever ( Read more... )

As I slodge through this story, "Feeding the Tree," I have learned the following things:

1. I am way too fond of Flint for my own good.
2. I am pretty much incapable of "going all the way" with Cadmus and Flint, although I'm gonna keep trying.
3. BA does not care one bit how much I corrupt his artsy/craftsy object. "Go nuts," was the sentiment, if ( Read more... )

For what it's worth, I wrote this whilst jacked up on the Green Fairy - a lovely indulgence that seems to inspire artists and writers. I believe that now.

They kissed again, deeply this time, lingering in each other’s deliciousness, basking in the desirability of their dark union.  Flint wrapped his arms around Cadmus’ neck, delighting in the ( Read more... )