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The Firstborn – the Fireborn

The Firstborn

In the shadowy area where myth and history collide…

A thin man with a very white complexion stepped out from behind a stack of boxes.  His red hair stood on end like a flame.  Elliot thought the man looked very familiar. 

“At last we meet in the flesh, Dr. Everett-Jones,” the flame of a man said.  “Impressive how you ran that gauntlet.  In just a few weeks you’ve turned into quite a soldier with a deadeye aim and nerves of steel.”  The banging on the door behind him increased its tempo.  The door surely couldn’t last much longer.  “Yes, impressive, but the lesser-born are inferior combatants, aren’t they?  The fireborn are much hardier.  My friends will be here momentarily and we’ll see how you fare!” 

Elliot suddenly recognized the man from his dreams.  He raised his gun and shot him, knowing he wasn’t a normal ‘regular’.  Elliot ran through the boxes and opened a door on the far side of the room.

“Did you think you could be rid of me that readily?” the flame asked.  “You look surprised.  Why do you think you can kill me so easily?  I died and was raised half a millennia before your god performed the same trick.  I’m not dead and I’m not alive.  I can’t be killed.  Oh, but I can kill you!  Perhaps I’ll play with you a little first.”

The door finally gave way.

“Play with this.”  Elliot said as he shot the man once again. Continue reading

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Ebb – #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)

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I was in a fog.  All energy was sapped, all thoughts blurred, my memory blank.  I would say the energy of my mind and body were rapidly ebbing as I followed the others deeper into the fortress hill.  Of course, now I recognize that this was due to the effects of the Stone, but at the time it was as if I were in a dream, and like a dream, it turned into a wisp when I awoke.

Truthfully, I remember little of the adventure.  Whindel has promised me that if I ever decide to turn this web story into a book he will cast a spell which will release my memory and turn the underground adventure into at least three chapters, possibly four, but for now I must skip most of it in a blur.

I remember a few things.  Alishina noticed the ebb of my energy and memory.  As a creature of Water, she flowed over to me and offered me support.  To keep my mind in the present, she forced me to join her in a whispered conversation.  I found out about her late husband and she learned about my wife, Lisa, and her brave final battle.  The more we talked, the more we discovered how much we actually shared.  The more we shared, the closer we became.

I also remember that we were attacked at many places, but called upon Earth, Water, Air, Fire, Void/Spirit, Good and Evil to get us out of each situation. Continue reading

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

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

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

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