Castles in the Air and Cursebreaker
Cursebreaker is about a girl who works with her father to break the fire mage lock on firearms by making a weapon that does not need fire based gunpowder. The mages don't care but she can defend herself and uses the new weapon to do so.
Castles in the Air is about Elery, who lives in the besieged human town of Spielglase, who is tested by the elves and thinks she is to learn magic. On the way, however, she is given a rude shock and works to return home.
Other items for sale include:
The epic poem I, Odysseus.
A collection of poems: Spiders in the Sugar Factory.
The demented children's book, Billy's First Bolt Gun.
The previously published stories Waiting For the Monsters to Die and Mr. Hamburger.
The highly magical setting book, the Fate of Inglemia.
And the Poetry collection, Chaff in the Gear Box.
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
[Seventh Seal] Chapter 4 - Page 59
Row 1 Box 1 Slither whispers in
Amanda’s ear again. Amanda looks curious.
Row 1 Box 2 Amanda looks up and then
out through the window at Forsalio.
Amanda: Yes. You’re right. We can
do some more things to distract him.
Row 1 Box 3 She looks over at a group
of three scantily clad women.
Row 1 Box 4 Amanda gets a broad wicked
grin.
Amanda: And I think I have just the
thing in mind.
Row 2 Box 1 The scene shifts to Klerely
who looks into a window at a music box forlornely.
Row 2 Box 2 Wider shot shows several
confused police officers looking around desperately.
Cop 1: Maybe they used a helicopter?
Cop 2: Did you SEE a helicopter?
Cop 1: No.
Cop 1: Then shut up.
Row 3 Box 1 Klerely looks at the
officers as they walk by, interested for a moment.
Row 3 Box 2 Klerely looks forlornly
back at the music box.
Row 3 Box 3 Close up of her face,
looking well worn and sad. She sighs.
Row 3 Box 4 Klerely moves on past the
window.
Row 4 Box 1 Sluice lands in a small
park, scattering flowers and a bit of concrete in all directions.
Row 4 Box 2 He gently sets the other
three down though the looked slightly stunned.
Row 4 Box 3 Pete and Jesra slowly stand
up, trying to orient themselves.
Pete: Was that really necessary?
Row 4 Box 4 Sluice looks chagrined and
looks down.
[Seventh Seal] Chapter 4 - Page 51
Row 1 Box 1 Forsalio looks at Amanda.
He looks down at some papers.
Forsalio: I will want to have my cousin
take a look at this…
Row 1 Box 2 Amanda looks at him.
Amanda: Your cousin?
Row 1 Box 3 Forasolio tries to look
impressive and fails.
Forsalio: He’s a lawyer.
Row 2 Box 1 Amanda looks surprised a
moment.
Row 2 Box 2 Amanda suddenly bursts out
laughing. Slither laughs in the background.
Row 2 Box 3 Forsalio looks annoyed.
Forsalio: What’s so funny?
Row 3 Box 1 Amanda laughs a bit less.
Amanda: No, nothing. I understand your
concern. I was just worried you had changed your mind and was glad
you didn’t.
Row 3 Box 2 Forsalio still looks
dubious.
Forsalio: Oh.
Row 3 Box 3 Amanda waves to Forsalio as
he walks off.
Row 3 Box 4 Amanda and Slither both
look at each other again.
Row 3 Box 5 They both start laughing
again.
Saturday, February 8, 2014
Thursday, February 6, 2014
[Seventh Seal] Chapter 4 - Page 50
Row 1 Wide Box 1 – Police officer
watching Amanda and Forsalio speak with a jack hammer in the
background.
Row 1 Box 3 Forsalio frowns.
Forsalio: I don’t know…
Row 1 Box 4 Amanda puts her hand on his
shoulder and smiles.
Amanda: You can trust us.
Row 1 Box 5 Forsalio looks slightly
less convinced and says something.
Forsalio: That is what all of your
people say.
Row 2 Box 1 Amanda looks rather
annoyed.
Amanda: Of course you can. We’ve
already -
Row 2 Box 2 Forsalio laughs.
Forsalio: Really?
Row 2 Box 3 Amanda puts on a fake smile
and says something but is cut off.
Row 2 Box 4 Forsalio looks VERY angry.
Forsalio: Don’t you LIE to me.
Row 2 Box 5 Amanda looks innocent.
Amanda: But I’m not.
Row 3 Box 1 Wide – Jackhammer stops
and guy starts to replace it.
Row 3 Box 2 Forsalio points a finger at
Amanda.
Forsalio: Don’t you lie to me! I can
tell you’re up to something!
Row 3 Box 3 Slither skips up Forsalio’s
arm.
Row 3 Box 4 Forsalio looks terrified.
Forsalio: “What’s that?”
Row 3 Box 5 Slither moves to Forsalio’s
right shoulder while Forsalio looks right.
Row 4 Box 1 Amanda puts her hand on
Forsalio’s right shoulder.
Amanda: Everything is fine. Its just
your imagination.
Row 4 Box 2 Forsalio looks at his
shoulder only to see Amanda’s hand there.
Forsalio: I suppose…
Row 4 Box 3 Amanda puts her other hand
on Forsalio’s shoulder and looks deeply into his eyes.
Amanda: So will you accept our offer?
Row 4 Box 4 Forsalio looks dejected, as
if he should not be doing what he is doing but can’t understand
why.
Forsalio: Of…course…I suppose.
Row 4 Box 5 Amanda smiles as her eyes
glow a bit.
Amanda: Excellent.
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
[Seventh Seal] Chapter 4 - Page 49
Row 1 Box 1 A toy monkey is squashed by
an accordion.
Row 1 Box 2 A large cement block
smashes the toy to bits, dropped from the top of the panel.
Row 1 Box 3 A tiny child looks down at
the toy, water filling their eyes.
Row 2 Box 1 A construction worker looks
down at the child, looks sad and shrugs.
Row 2 Box 2 Forsalio looks at them and
at Amanda in the distance.
Forsalio: This hardly looks like
benevolent progress to me. And besides…I like the open air. The
exercise. Its good for me.
Row 2 Box 3 Amanda rolls her eyes.
Row 2 Box 4 Amanda looks down at the
ground suddenly, “What in the world is that?”
Row 3 Box 1 Forsalio looks confused and
looks down.
Forsalio: Huh?
Row 3 Box 2 Amanda reaches over and
casts a stun bolt at the construction worker.
Row 3 Box 3 The construction worker
falls down unconscious and the child giggles.
Row 4 Box 1 Amanda points at the
giggling child.
Amanda: See? She’s fine.
Row 4 Box 2 Forsalio looks dubious.
Forsalio: I guess. But why me?
Row 4 Box 3 Amanda puts her arm behind
Forsalio and leads him off.
Amanda: Think of how many people you’ll
be employing.
Monday, February 3, 2014
[Naked City Atlanta] The Pounding of the Kazoos -"Obsession"
Author's Note: Even now, as I post this, Naked City Atlanta is going on. The word this month is Obsession. Even though I can't be there, I'm writing this post to appear as if I were there in spirit.
There it was, the pounding of the kazoos, throbbing in my brain; an obsession that I could not get rid of. Some people who look at the polar vortex gain a deep insight into the weather of the world; and some go mad. Some just start running and never stop. I'm one of the ones that went berserk.
It started small, you must understand. The weather department at a news station is small, usually consisting of one or two people. KQWAK was a bit larger than most, given the major metropolitan area that was Bismark North Dakota, so we had four. Alright, perhaps it wasn't the size of our city so much as the fact that we had weather that was chaotic...and the weather girls were all rather attractive. Except myself. I am neither a girl nor am I attractive.
But I was here first.
I stared at the vortex as it swirled and swirled on my little screen, phantomly imposed on the green-screen as I stared at it, pointing it out with my laser pen. I was talking about the polar bears in the air as I stood in front of a stupid screen. I was naked, baring my soul to these people. And they didn't think it was real...the monstrous ursine cacophony soaring up above the stratosphere, ready to turn us all into so much lunch chow.
I'm not supposed to care about this. A polar vortex is just a weather term for air that decides to go south for the winter in a place it never should be, but I know the polar bears are angry. I said, I said to the guy I bought my car from, I said, "I want something that looks great and gets really shitty gas millage! Fuck the environment!" And I did, because you wouldn't believe what you can earn standing in front of a green screen and pretending you know what the hell you're talking about. Fine, so I paid that little pimple for the answers to every test, but have you seen the other women in the news room?
I mean seriously.
And weather groupies? I mean, there is nothing like getting serviced with a girl just in college who goes all gushy like a fruitloop with the magical words,"Castroverius Cumulonimbus Cirrico." Seriously. Clouds. Tell them you're on TV and mention a few cloud names to them and they're all over you.
So I'm driving in my new car, hot blond on the carpet content as can be, humming with the hummer, and I shit you not, there is this coca cola billboard, and this polar bear, this polar bear is staring at me, as if I have personally
The bears, their claws,
The bears, their maws
The whirling vortex of infinite doom
I spot beneath myself a white wasteland
Where none, but the most incompetent
Let the people run free
Frozen in their tracks
Frozen in their cars
Frozen in all of the ways that matter
And I know,
I know in my heart
That I have been eaten by the bears
And they have stolen my soul.
What does it mean? What does it all mean?
Not a god damn thing except that I need to finish my coffee and that I need to get somewhere considerably warmer. I wonder what the pay is for weather men in Miami....
There it was, the pounding of the kazoos, throbbing in my brain; an obsession that I could not get rid of. Some people who look at the polar vortex gain a deep insight into the weather of the world; and some go mad. Some just start running and never stop. I'm one of the ones that went berserk.
It started small, you must understand. The weather department at a news station is small, usually consisting of one or two people. KQWAK was a bit larger than most, given the major metropolitan area that was Bismark North Dakota, so we had four. Alright, perhaps it wasn't the size of our city so much as the fact that we had weather that was chaotic...and the weather girls were all rather attractive. Except myself. I am neither a girl nor am I attractive.
But I was here first.
I stared at the vortex as it swirled and swirled on my little screen, phantomly imposed on the green-screen as I stared at it, pointing it out with my laser pen. I was talking about the polar bears in the air as I stood in front of a stupid screen. I was naked, baring my soul to these people. And they didn't think it was real...the monstrous ursine cacophony soaring up above the stratosphere, ready to turn us all into so much lunch chow.
I'm not supposed to care about this. A polar vortex is just a weather term for air that decides to go south for the winter in a place it never should be, but I know the polar bears are angry. I said, I said to the guy I bought my car from, I said, "I want something that looks great and gets really shitty gas millage! Fuck the environment!" And I did, because you wouldn't believe what you can earn standing in front of a green screen and pretending you know what the hell you're talking about. Fine, so I paid that little pimple for the answers to every test, but have you seen the other women in the news room?
I mean seriously.
And weather groupies? I mean, there is nothing like getting serviced with a girl just in college who goes all gushy like a fruitloop with the magical words,"Castroverius Cumulonimbus Cirrico." Seriously. Clouds. Tell them you're on TV and mention a few cloud names to them and they're all over you.
So I'm driving in my new car, hot blond on the carpet content as can be, humming with the hummer, and I shit you not, there is this coca cola billboard, and this polar bear, this polar bear is staring at me, as if I have personally
The bears, their claws,
The bears, their maws
The whirling vortex of infinite doom
I spot beneath myself a white wasteland
Where none, but the most incompetent
Let the people run free
Frozen in their tracks
Frozen in their cars
Frozen in all of the ways that matter
And I know,
I know in my heart
That I have been eaten by the bears
And they have stolen my soul.
What does it mean? What does it all mean?
Not a god damn thing except that I need to finish my coffee and that I need to get somewhere considerably warmer. I wonder what the pay is for weather men in Miami....
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