Twin visions laughed as one turned to Shell, “Anders is right, you know. It worked.”
— an excerpt from Ca’ancartti
where Shell and Anders end up in the ak’asha
through Anders attempts to capture a dragon
Anders Gaelss’ loft: Shell confronts him while Anders experiments with his formula Continue reading
I’ve spent the last couple of days polishing a couple of short stories, both of which are published here, but now also available at Smashwords to download.
Downloading makes the stories available for your smartphone or e-reader and allows to add my stories to your library.
Here’s the link: http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/riotthill
And here are the covers.
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Flash Fiction (a very short, short story)
He watched more carefully this time, willing his eyes to focus as his makeshift raft, a broken once–curved teak beam, bobbed upwards to the crest.
Yes.
A purple line drew across the horizon, slashing grey rolling waves away from the sky.
Land. Continue reading
Wild dogs ate the High Priest Smith.
This fact was solemnly reported by little Annie Hutchins, who was properly scolded by her parents for sneaking out of the compound. Then she was turned over to the clan’s elders for a thorough questioning. They tried to impress upon her the gravity of such an outrageous claim, but she kept to her story.
A week of pause. A search party was considered, rejected. Only the sanctioned were permitted into the wilderness, the Sleeping Gods were quite clear on that. Finally, the clan was forced to admit that a seven-year-old had indeed witnessed the demise of High Priest Smith. Appeasement was in order.
The elders called the clan to the golden sanctuary. They called for sacrifices. They called for prayers; fervent, meaningful prayers. Continue reading