The Bright Children, Chapter 1-1

Chapter 1: Dreadtusk Aphella sat on the rocks, watching the hold’s herd of snufflers amble about in the moss pit. Beyond it was impenetrable, unending darkness. Above, there was nothingness. Behind her, the village was alive with light, though she knew the greater majority of the people there would be sleeping. That light of the village gave only a faint image of the moss pit, and ever Aphella’s gaze fell on the end of that light. The dimness and the loneliness was what made times up on the wall, watching the animals, boring and frightening at the same time. The…

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The Bright Children, Prologue: The Darkening

The land of the Bright Children, the Illuminates, was a twisted world – a world of ruins. It was a land of wide untold boundaries, filled with beasts of unfathomable horror, whose dens reeked of death, and whose tusks were stained with gore. Seldom were the dens of such monsters found, even when they were sought out, an action which the bravest and brightest illuminate would find terrifying and abominable. This was because the world, the earth, nameless beyond such simple terms, was above all, exceedingly dark. The darkness that surrounded the Bright Children was nearly a thing unto itself,…

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News: New Project!

It seems that the  re-writing Moonsong has become a rather monolithic project. The complicated task of re-defining characters, plot points, and settings, all while carrying through changes to later (and better initially written) parts of the story has been one that is not only draining on my time, but also on my spirit. It’s hard to write when you aren’t excited to do so, even if the end product is quite polished, and I am ultimately far more excited to work on new projects in the queue than I am to spend my energies correcting mistakes that boil down to inexperience. Part of the difference is to blame for the last gap of updates, but adding to it is the considerable amount of effort required due to the nature of the Moonsong project itself. Pages upon pages of intricate notes and long story lines do not lend themselves well to a busy schedule that requires me to write in short bursts, and though I have had time to pour through such things lately, my schedule is likely to be impacted in the near future.

It is for these reasons that I am putting the current publication of Moonsong on hold for the time being, and instead choosing to focus on a brand new project. This new project is something I hinted at back at the first launch of the site called “The Bright Children.” I had initially put off the writing of it in service to other projects that I owed my attentions, and desiring to further hone my skills, but I think with the completion of Prophet of the God Seed, my mind is ready for some more extreme fantasy. My heart is also excited to work on something new and different, which will be critical in the months to come. I need to be very excited about a  project to pull out my laptop at lunch or between other obligations and throw in a few hundred words in a short amount of time. I need my mind to dwell on the elements of character, setting, and story. This is such a story, whereas a re-write of an older work is not.

So, in moving forward with 2015, I am introducing the latest novel-length  story to my canon:

The Bright Children

Set in a world of total darkness illuminated only by a race of humanoid spellcasters, The Bright Children mixes elements of horror and fantasy in story that is both narrative and myth.

Publication will begin with the prologue (which already exists), and follow with the narrative proper on a weekday update schedule.

Muramasa: Blood Drinker, an Author’s Reflection

At long last, the writing and subsequent digital publishing of my “little” samurai novel is complete. The first words were typed while I was on a break from teaching a special education class in El Segundo, California, and the final words were written in an uncomfortable high chair in a Starbucks that was attached to Marriot in Sacremento, California. That is somewhat symbolic for me, as there were as many words written away from home as at home; my life has been in a state of upheaval for some time, but I still got the work done.  Muramasa was definitely the…

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The Chal’cha Napkin (flash fiction)

From The Huffington Post “It looks like a gigantic napkin,” Tommy said. “Like they put in your glass at nice restaurants.” “You ain’t never been to a nice restaurant,” Julie said. She was always saying things like that jokingly, but Tommy never laughed, and she never quit. They walked toward the strange building, seemingly dropped overnight in the middle of the countryside miles away from any convenient skyways. It stood about eighty feet tall at its highest point, and did look a bit like a crumpled cloth from where they stood, with long ripple-like folds spiraling up to a narrow…

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Blood Drinker: Chapter 17-2

Back to Table of Contents   Yoshio waded through the reeds, donning only a cloth that was wrapped around his loins, his kimono having been left on the shore. He dug down in the water, coming up with handfuls of silt, littered with grass, which he put beside a large clay bowl that sat upon one of the many rocks that protruded from the slow stream. Sengo, stripped down in similar fashion, went through the piles of mud and sorted out a grey, malleable clay from rocky soil and watery brown silt. Emi sat under the shade of a willow…

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Blood Drinker: Chapter 17-1

Back to Table of Contents Chapter 17 Yoshio stood beside the table, his right hand firmly holding onto the handle of his katana. He watched Kuro laugh with the younger men around him. A jug full of sake sat upright among several empty ones laying on their sides. Drops of rice wine were here and there. Yoshio looked out to the ocean, away from the men who, had they been sober, would have been ashamed of the scene they were making. It was barely mid-day. He stood there looking at Kuro for what seemed like a very long time, though…

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Blood Drinker: Chapter 16-2

Back to Table of Contents   “This will be an excellent set of swords,” Sengo said. The hammer rang loudly as it fell upon the glowing sheet of steel. A smile split Sengo’s face as he worked away at it. “Flip it.” Yoshio complied, flipping over the steel sheet. “How do you know?” “The bright sparks, the hard feel beneath the hammerhead… but mostly the sound it makes when hit,” Sengo said. “It is like a melody to me. When the sword rings like a deadly bell, you have succeeded in giving the steel its one true spirit. Again.” Yoshio…

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Blood Drinker: Chapter 16-1

Back to Table of Contents   Chapter 16   “Yoshi.” “Yes?” Yoshio turned over to see the back of Amaya’s head as she stared toward the door, dimply lit with the approaching dawn. He saw her side go up and down as she took a deep breath. “I do not…” She trailed off. Yoshio sat up and touched her shoulder. “What is it?” “I am having doubts,” she said. She turned on her back to look at Yoshio. “I do not want you to fight Ryunosuke.” “I must,” Yoshio said. “It is not just a matter of bushido now. It…

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Moonsong – Prelude: Power

Because I am forced to be away from my home (and my computer, and all of my free time), I thought instead of giving another bit of Muramasa: Blood Drinker, I would give everyone a taste of what I wrote last year. This is the prologue to Moonsong, an epic fantasy story I began writing last year in pieces sent one at a time to the woman who would become my wife. Eventually the story grew so large (some 325,000 words) that breaking into volumes became necessary to pursue publication. The third I’m hoping to get to this fall, after…

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