Tag Archives: contemparary fantasy

Spur – #writephoto

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Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is part of the story, Towards the Light.  Click here for previous.  Go to the Table of Contents. Or start at the beginning: (click here for part 1 – The Tunnel)

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I looked back up at the tower in wonder.  This was our destination?  It seemed unreal.  For a power that could take over several worlds, including my beloved earth, it seemed too small, to insignificant, too medieval.

“Quick,” Whindel said.  He was pointing to a side path.  I could hear hoofbeats.

A ridge stuck out from the hill that I couldn’t help but label an acropolis.  We ran towards it.  As we got a little closer, I could see a spur off of the main ridge creating a small “valley”.  Whindel pushed towards this little valley between the ridges and we were soon out of sight of the main road going to the castle on the hill and in another few spots were totally hidden from everything around.  I heard the riders pass close to us, their armor clinking and their spurs chiming as the went past.

Whindel waved his arms and a door leading into the new ridge became visible.  He led us into a dark room.  With another wave, a few lamps light up and the door quickly, but silently, shut behind us.  I heard a weird noise and somehow understood that the ground once again covered the door. Continue reading

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Tower – #photowrite

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Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is part of the story, Towards the Light.  Click here for previous.  Go to the Table of Contents. Or start at the beginning: (click here for part 1 – The Tunnel)

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My head began to clear and I realized that we were in a small stone chamber.  With the view I had from the only window, we were in an upper floor of the building, which was at the top of a hill.

“Where are we?” I asked.

Whindel stopped glaring at Rawcliph and said, “We are in the Sorcerer’s Tower, the very heart of the land of Wizards.  This is the most sacred spot for my race.”

“As such,” Rawcliph said, “it is our Hall of Justice for the largest crimes against our race.  And Whindel, none have commit a crime as great as the one you have suggested.”

“I don’t understand,” I said.  “We are planning on taking Glumoric out of the picture so he can’t just come back, as he recently did.  This is the only way to heal Blavour.”

“I know all of that,” Rawcliph said.  “The problem is, you plan on sending him to the Void.  There is no higher treason to the Wizards.” Continue reading

Glade – #photowrite

Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is part of the story, Towards the Light.  Click here for previous.  Go to the Table of Contents. Or start at the beginning: (click here for part 1 – The Tunnel)

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“We need to plan,” I said.

‘What?” Whindel asked.  He shook his head and appeared to have just woken from a dream.

“We need to plan.  You know, you asked about the, you know what…”

“Plan?  Maybe, but first we need to leave,” the wizard said.

We stepped out into a meadow.

“I thought we moved?  Why are we in the same place?” I asked.

“You did move, but you took your surrounds with you.”  The wizard didn’t look back at me, but set a quick pace towards the far trees.

“Seems awfully conspicuous to drop a forest and meadow next to the enemy’s stronghold, if you ask me,” I said.  I felt uneasy, and the fact that the trees appeared to be racing towards us at a much faster pace than we were walking contributed to this feeling.  The meadow had shrunk to a small glade and continued to shrink.

“It was, for a moment, to those looking for it,” the wizard said.  “But soon it will no longer be a problem.  Now hush.”

I heard a crash and looked over my shoulder.  There was no sight of meadow or cottage.  We were in a deep dark forest.  I shivered.  It wasn’t a pleasant place.  The trees were misshapen and odd shadows grabbed at us as we walked by. Continue reading

Flow – #writephoto

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Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is part of the story, Towards the Light.  Click here for previous.  Go to the Table of Contents. Or start at the beginning: (click here for part 1 – The Tunnel)

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I sat in my little prison and felt the memories flow out of me like a river.  What was happening?  I knew I had to force myself to think, to remember.

I thought back to Leo and Cate and the cave they had found.  I remembered the dwarves who only appeared to be dwarves, but were really full sized Fair Folk.  An image of the king’s lovely daughter floated above me, tugging at my heart.  What was her name?  My memory began to clear up as the words and images flowed back in.

“Alashina,” I said.  “She had lost her husband to the minions of Blavour, just I lost Lisa to the evils of…”  My eyes teared up.  The memories were too sharp!

But where was I and what was I doing there?

I was on a quest with the wizard, Whindell, to find something to stop the evil Glumoric.  In order to do that I had to find the Stone of Forgetfulness and drape it over Glumoric’s neck.  Easy-peasy.  Right? Continue reading

Thanks Everyone!

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Yesterday I did go beyond counting readers of The Fireborn on the fingers on one hand to two, then all of my toes, and ended up needing that abacus I talked about ;)  The rankings did spike for a while – I was #8 and #5 in Arthurian Legends in UK and Canada respectively for most of the day.  Odd, although I used a lot of Arthurian Legend in the book, I never placed it there.  Of course, this morning the numbers are back about were they were two days ago.  It is nice to have the surge, though.

Thank you to everyone who went out and picked it up!  If you read it and like it, please go back to Amazon and leave a review.

Although the sale is over, it isn’t too late to get a copy.  Of course you’ll have to pay for it ;) Continue reading

Fading – #writephoto

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Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is part of the story, Towards the Light.  Click here for previous.  Go to the Table of Contents. Or start at the beginning: (click here for part 1 – The Tunnel)

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As I approached the rock, the scene around me began to fade.

“No, wait,” I heard Whindel say, but when I turned to him, he his mouth was moving, but I couldn’t hear anything.  I shrugged and continued to the stone.

Through the hole in the monolith I could see the sun rising over the ocean.  Even though we had recently left the ocean, it was such a contrast from the desert we had been walking in.

No sooner did I think desert than I saw the desert through the hole.  The image of the sea had vanished.  Strange, though, I could see the wizard through the hole.  He should have been behind me.  He was waving frantically, but he faded away. Continue reading

A few Notes on Genre

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I’ll admit that I’m a person who does not like to pigeonhole.  I don’t believe creative endeavors should have boundaries.  My favorite music often is in the cracks.  Yes, there are people who classify this same music with exactness, but if you actually listen to the music, or study it (which I have), you find that it just doesn’t fit.  I don’t think imagination should be boxed in.

And yet we do need those classifications.  Would you really buy music if you had zero idea what it was about?  The same, of course is true in fiction.  Genre is important.

As a reader, I have very eclectic tastes.  I’m sure you’re surprised ;)  I hate sticking to a single genre.  And truthfully, I very rarely pay attention to sub-genre.  I recently read a sci-fi book.  After reading it, I looked at reviews and was a little surprised that every review talked about the sub-genre and how well the book did, or didn’t fit that sub-genre.  Can’t you just freaking read the book for itself without pigeonholing it!?  I didn’t even know that sub-genre existed, and yet people were up in arms about it.  I thought it was a good book, so why argue that as a purple-western-star-bong sci-fi book the main character would never have said, “Hello”, she would have said, “Well, Howdy, fandango!”? Continue reading

Sight – #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is part of the story, Towards the Light.  Click here for previous.  Go to the Table of Contents. Or start at the beginning: (click here for part 1 – The Tunnel)

The sky cracking was a sight totally beyond my imagination.  The dragon, though, I had seen too often in movie and dream.

As the dragon drew nearer, I could see more detail.  The detail I was most aware of, though, were the flames.  I realized that it not only breathed fire, but it was fire.  The air pulled back in pain to its rapid approach.

The wizard pulled himself up to a great height.  He spread his arms.  I could feel electricity in the air as his hands began to glow.  He look powerful, yet I didn’t have a good feeling about it. Continue reading

Four Years – The Fireborn

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In the shadowy area where myth and history collide….

It was almost exactly four years ago that I wrote those two fateful words, “The End”, on the manuscript for the Fireborn.  There have been four major drafts, six minor revisions and over a dozen proofreads/edits (by me and others) between the 23rd of August, 2013 when I wrote those words, and the 20th of August, 2017 when I released the book to the public.  A lot of words written and changed!

Listen…. Continue reading

Cracked – #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

We hadn’t been walking for long before I realized that the land around us was drying out.  There were dead or dying plants and no signs of insects or other animal life.  There was a cracked crust on the ground, as if it flashed dried after a heavy rain.

Whindel frowned at the land around us and muttered.  I heard the words “Earth” and “fire”, making my ears prick up.

“Excuse me, sir, but what is it about the elements?” I asked.

“What, are you talking about?  Oxygen, Nitrogen, Hydrogen and Zink?  They make up the matter around us.  Or at least the matter that matters most to you,” the wizard answered.

“No, no, I’m talking water, earth, air and….” I started to say, but his look cut me off.

“What do you know of the elements?” His look was slightly menacing. Continue reading