Fantasy
The Final Turning
Demara, Daughter of Blossoms, Bearer of the White Crystal, the Outsider, the Wallbreaker sat in silence, contemplating the end of the world.
Five years ago, a plan was set in motion that nearly cost Demara everything. She’s journeyed across both halves the world, and its all come down to this. Three months before it all ends. That’s all the time she has left to change the fate of the world. But all the Empire wants to know is whether she will be their savior, or their destruction.
The Shadow | A Crystal Empire Story
And before you ask ‘why’, it’s because you have kept us weak Danen. Starved us. If you won’t take care of us, I must.
Set hundreds of years before the events of The Crystal Empire, witness a dark truth buried under a millenium of secrets.
Danen opened his eyes to a splitting pain in his head and blinked blearily through tears in the bright morning sun. That was a bad sign for how his day was going to go. Rolling himself up out of the puddle of sewage and rainwater he’d made laying his tired, emaciated bones down to rest last night, he realized he recognized the alley, and even remembered choosing it last night because he could stop at Rose’s for a drink when he woke. Silver linings there.
Imperial Heart
Mal, exile, wanderer sage, godkiller, was being strapped inside a canvas body bag in the back of a stolen ambulance, his life pouring from his lips while he held the last words of a dead man in his hands.
Five years ago, Malcon the Warrior was betrayed, blamed for the God Emperor’s death, and forced to flee into exile beyond the Empire’s great crystalline Wall and the protection it offers from the yearly Turnings which wreck the world outside. Now, with the help of unexpected allies from beyond the Wall, Mal has returned to put an end to the heinous scheme that seeks to sieze power from the God Emperors and corrupt the very purpose of the Empire.
The Exile
Banished and betrayed by his homeland, the Exile searches for redemption in the wreckage of a world he failed to save.
The Exile was first published in December 2024. This story is set in the world of Crystal Empire.
Turquoise, Reign of the Second 994th God Emperor
The gentle rocking of the little wooden rowboat in the lake along with the soft splashing of oars in the water that evening was almost relaxing. It had been two months since escaping the Labyrinth, and tonight was normally the night of the Turning. Nobody was quite sure what to expect this evening, and Mal was just as ignorant as everyone else on this side of the Wall. He rested in between the boat’s first two benches, back against the hull, watching the stars and listening to the lapping of the water. Once, he would have gleefully dozed off in a boat like this, but sleep did not come easy lately.
2024 Book Review Jasmine Throne Tasha Suri
A Slow Walk Through a Beautiful Garden.
The Jasmine Throne by Tasha Suri is a wonderful, beautifully written book. I was bored through most of it. That isn’t necessarily the fault of the author, I suspect it has more to do with my own expectations and preferences for pacing. However, I felt as though a large portion of the book was spent watching characters naval-gaze. This book definitely qualifies as a slow burn in my categorization. I’m a guy who reads Brandon Sanderson and that guy is famous for the long drawn out books then a big climactic ending, but the Jasmine Throne, in my opinion, only really got exciting in the last 15 chapters. I wish that there’d been more to the book earlier on.
The Crystal Empire Preview: Chapter 1
For your reading pleasure is an early look into an early chapter of The Crystal Empire, my upcoming epic fantasy project. It is a rought draft, and things will likely change between this and the published version.
This chapter is the first from the perspective of our heroine, Demara, and serves as an introduction to world beyond the Wall, a wild edge of the world known as the Fringe.
The Crystal Empire Preview: Prologue
For your reading pleasure is an early look into an early chapter of The Crystal Empire, my upcoming epic fantasy project. It is a rought draft, and things will likely change between this and the published version.
This chapter server as the prologue, and centers around Tulian, God Emperor of all creation as he dies before he is supposed to.
Tulian
Tulian, the nine hundred and ninety fourth Emperor, Lord and God of Creation, Father of All, Whose Will Was Supreme, was dying. He knew that his death was imminent when his year was up, as it was for all the men and women who became God before him. The human body could only contain infinite cosmic power for so long before being burned away. What Tulian felt though was something much more mundane than the all-consuming burning that previous gods had described as they had passed on their mantle. No, this felt to him like poison, sapping his warmth away and thickening his blood as it pumped through his veins.
To Chase Light
“I cried the first time I saw it too,” Mal said. “Though, I was standing on the other side. Where I am from, the Empire, we shut all this away, guard against it. I thought then that was our great sin, but now, after today? We are wrong about so many things. I was nearly twenty the first time I ventured out beyond the Wall, beyond the planned order of everything, and even then my eyes were only half open to what there was to see out here.”
Sunset Kingdom: Spring of Black Flowers
Available free on RoyalRoad and Wattpad
To the west, at the edges of the known world, lies Erazel, the Sunset Kingdom. A lone beacon of civilization in the wild barbarian lands of a once great empire, though many fear the kingdom’s time has come. The royal line of Chalent has extinguished itself in a blood feud with one of their former vassals turned royal rivals, House Aldrimar, who themselves are on the verge of falling apart.
Harbor Justice
It’s a cold night on the hard, unforgiving streets of Terinu, and nobody seems to realize it’s a holy day.
Harbor Justice was first written in December 2014.
Dit could see the wisps of his breath in the white glow of the Harbor Bridge’s glyphlamps. Mother had probably let the boys build too big a fire while she set out preparations at home. Hopefully the house still stood. Maybe one day he could get one of those glyphstoves like Varino’s had, then he wouldn’t have to worry so much when he was gone. He took a deep breath, and sighed while looking down the canal to the black harbor beyond. If he buttoned up his worn brown coat, he could enjoy the quiet a few moments longer.
Decemilia Verba
The cover of Decemilia’s e-book release, available as a gift for joining my newsletter
Ten thousand magical words are a listening experience unlike any other, if you can recite them perfectly. One of the only men who can is in the city for just one night, for just one performance that cannot be missed.
This award-winning novella is a story of magic, music, and the power of what words mean to each of us.