What eventually became The Chalice started out as a poem and a milky vision of a story that would help me deal with coming face-to-face with my Soulmate in 1987 only to find out he was married in this latest incarnation. The poem featured at the beginning of the the book with a dedication to him.

If I were a Vampire ( Read more... )

He was agitated by work, home, and church. Nothing seemed like it mattered, nothing made sense. The only thing I could do was listen to him rail against the hand that had been dealt him and wish I could tell him he could always throw the hand in and be dealt a new one by me. But I loved him too much to put him through that level of pain. There ( Read more... )

In my late teens I began to fashion out of my perception of the world and the people that inhabited the world an idea of how souls fit in the the Great Scheme of Things. It was at this time I began to actively seek some sort of spiritual path that would allow me to explore the nature of souls in the way I saw fit. The only path that even remotely ( Read more... )

Paths of Desire by the October Project I have traveled the paths of desire ( Read more... )

The vague coolness in the air captures my sensibilities, whispering the promise of the coming chill, the kind that permeates the bones and will not leave without the potion of hot, sweet tea and cream to chase it away. It's on mornings like this that I think of him, the manifestation of my patron god, and I wonder if he's preparing to roam the ( Read more... )

The original ending for The Chalice saw Kelat entombed by Thiyennen at the behest of Cadmus Pariah. Her fate was to linger in darkness and hunger while Cadmus reshaped the Great Hive with the help of Thiyennen and the Hive of Redemption. The story ended with a letter Kelat had written to Thaddeus. In it, she expressed her deepest affection for ( Read more... )

From my soul mate, regarding endings.

Life is full of wild rides is it not.

Remember the quote from years ago

"Music at the close- The last taste of sweet from the sweetest glass-

writ in remembrances of things long past."

Always will I love him.