A Fantasy Series narrated by The God of Death
The crossing from the island of the Dregs to Lemuria was like a dance upon a shattered mirror. With this portion of the Mylar power grid screaming under the assault of my "overclocked" Dregs, the Light-Bridge here had vanished, leaving only the sapphire mercury sea—a vast, swirling expanse of liquid metal that reflected the chaos... Continue Reading →
I was The Dark Sun - The God - of The Dregs. And I basked in the glory of it all. These pathetic creatures showed me kindness that I had perhaps never experienced in the entire existence of my long life. True, I had been ready to snap their necks and feed upon their essence,... Continue Reading →
The silence following the crash was absolute, a heavy, ringing vacuum that smelled of ozone and shattered crystal. I lay in the crater of the Lumina-7, my skeletal fingers twitching as my "god-aura" still flickered like a dying candle. The Vril-essence I had siphoned from the pilots acted as a numbing salve, stitching my essence... Continue Reading →
I was a stowaway on the Mylar vessel, hoping I was heading to Lemuria, but still not quite sure. It is a bitter irony, I mused, the vibration of the Star-Glass floor rattling my flattened essence. To think that while the rest of the mortals on the Flat Earth have only recently been celebrating the... Continue Reading →
Chapter 4: The Shadow in the Star-Glass The Mylar vessels of impossible tech were fast approaching and the nearest had almost reached my perched. As it got closer I could see it hover with the arrogant, weightless grace of a dragonfly - its translucent hull of Star-Glass shimmering with the iridescence of oil on water.... Continue Reading →
Location: The Lands Beyond the Second Ice WallTimeline: Sixth Age, Spring 51 As I dragged my wretched form over the final edge of the violet-gold crystal of the monstrous Ice Wall that guarded Lemuria, the screaming winds that ever howled during my journey through New Atlantis suddenly stopped. In its place was a silence so... Continue Reading →
Location: New AtlantisTimeline: Sixth Age, Winter 50 The world has become a smear of bruised violet and bone-white static. I am walking—if you can call this erratic, drunken lurching "walking"—across the Great Shadow. Behind me, the first inner wall has vanished into the murk. Before me, there is only the howling void of the southern... Continue Reading →
Location: Across the flat earth from Atlantis to "Antarctica"Timeline: Sixth Age, Winter 50 to Fall 51 Imagine, if you will, the God of Death—a being who once rode the solar winds of Illyria—huddled in the lightless, stinking bilge of a Phoenician merchant cog. Because that is precisely where I found myself after the "Leviathan Incident."... Continue Reading →
Location: MonthavenTimeline: Sixth Age, 52nd Year, Late Spring and All Summer Ah, the climax of the termite’s little drama. Emcorae sprinted out of that cottage, abandoning his "studies" and his grandmother’s cabbage stew without a second thought - it a masterclass in mortal impulsivity. He scrambled onto that mare of his, Joanne, and rode like... Continue Reading →
Location: MonthavenTimeline: Sixth Age, 52nd Year: Late Spring I know I've been rather dismissive of Emcorae's storyline and you're probably wondering why I continue to even tell it because it is so far afield from the rest of this tale. Believe me, I'm with you. But the fact is that, to my great horror, Emcorae... Continue Reading →
The Apocrypha of Azazel 