Here are first chapters, or little snips of my original works. Hope you all enjoy and I love feedback. :D
Eternity's Light Series
- Origins:
- The Ancients Arch
- Book 1
- Chapter one Purgatory (Link)
- At the first stirring of consciousness there was nothing, like she had fallen into the swirling abyss of purgatory. Or at least the version of purgatory she had envisioned as that stereotypic little-girl that went to Catholic school in her plaid blue skirts, freshly pressed white shirt, and blonde little pig-tails. But if this was purgatory it didn't actually matter because either way she was here, trapped, floating in an endless ebony void with no sound. No sight. No taste. No smell. No anything. Even the icy-chill she had thought would permeate this in between place separating heaven and hell, she simply could not feel. She questioned whether or not she was there at all. But she knew better. Her warrior hardened mind and the quick wit that had helped keep her and her fellow team members alive told her that she was real. That she was in fact here. Wherever here is... And that she was being silly for thinking otherwise for how else could she be thinking about being not real?
- Wanderers Arch
- Dark Age Arch
- Fading Light:
- Dark Happenings Arch
- Ends Beginnings Arch
- Lost Arch
- Dance of Fate:
- Forsaken Arch
- Book 1
- Chapter One: Unknown Title (Link)
- Work in progress.
- There will be a few Arch's here, just haven't named them.~
- Trapped in Time: Not sure I'll actually write books here.
- Future and Beyond:
- The Ancients Arch
- Book 1
- Chapter one Purgatory (Link)
- At the first stirring of consciousness there was nothing, like she had fallen into the swirling abyss of purgatory. Or at least the version of purgatory she had envisioned as that stereotypic little-girl that went to Catholic school in her plaid blue skirts, freshly pressed white shirt, and blonde little pig-tails. But if this was purgatory it didn't actually matter because either way she was here, trapped, floating in an endless ebony void with no sound. No sight. No taste. No smell. No anything. Even the icy-chill she had thought would permeate this in between place separating heaven and hell, she simply could not feel. She questioned whether or not she was there at all. But she knew better. Her warrior hardened mind and the quick wit that had helped keep her and her fellow team members alive told her that she was real. That she was in fact here. Wherever here is... And that she was being silly for thinking otherwise for how else could she be thinking about being not real?
- Wanderers Arch
- Dark Age Arch
- Dark Happenings Arch
- Ends Beginnings Arch
- Lost Arch
- Forsaken Arch
- Book 1
- Chapter One: Unknown Title (Link)
- Work in progress.
- There will be a few Arch's here, just haven't named them.~
The Night Mist Series
- Night Robyn
- Chapter One: No Difference (Link)
-
Whoever first said that 'dead
men tell no tales' never actually saw
the dead. Or they never tried to read them in the least because for Drake
the image's of the victims in his latest case practically wailed at him. Even
when he wasn't looking at said pictures or at detailed descriptions of the
crime scene as he was now. At first glance even Drake could see someone
mistaking the orange tinted black text from the device he held in his hand as
orderly news for the controlled masses. Who knew that such graphically horrific
nightmares were belayed beneath the surface? Well, he did. Damn, did he ever.
His thoughts numbed as his notes for the Trenson case scrawled further down on
a translucent screen belonging to a small black cylinder device or the PriSn as
the manufacturer deemed to call it. The details of the crime... having the
other cases he knew these plain words failed to grasp the true horror of the
murder. And that said a lot.
- Night Draco/Dragon?
- Night Hawke
- ?
- Chapter One: No Difference (Link)
- Whoever first said that 'dead men tell no tales' never actually saw the dead. Or they never tried to read them in the least because for Drake the image's of the victims in his latest case practically wailed at him. Even when he wasn't looking at said pictures or at detailed descriptions of the crime scene as he was now. At first glance even Drake could see someone mistaking the orange tinted black text from the device he held in his hand as orderly news for the controlled masses. Who knew that such graphically horrific nightmares were belayed beneath the surface? Well, he did. Damn, did he ever. His thoughts numbed as his notes for the Trenson case scrawled further down on a translucent screen belonging to a small black cylinder device or the PriSn as the manufacturer deemed to call it. The details of the crime... having the other cases he knew these plain words failed to grasp the true horror of the murder. And that said a lot.
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