Bane of Blood: La Gorgona, Part 63

Bitterly, Fernando turned away from the fallen shack, in pursuit of his grandmother. The flashlight’s wavering beam proved next to useless, scattering wanly in the turbulence of the downpour. Attempting to follow his grandmother’s tracks proved vain from the outset. Whatever shallow depressions her doe feet had left in the mud had been swept away

Bane of Blood: La Gorgona, Part 62

This entry is part 62 of 62 in the series La Gorgona [Ongoing]

Fernando woke with a start. His heart hammered wildly. He was damp with sweat, feverishly hot. Horribly and painfully aroused. Furiously ashamed. His hand stung, sliced open by an icon fallen from the shelf above his cot. The walls groaned, creaking. Shaking perilously under the strain of remaining upright against the stormwinds that assailed them.

Traveling this week

Hey y’all – just a quick note that I’ll be traveling this week (it’s my FIL’s 90th birthday!), so don’t expect any story updates here on the blog. As always, regular MWF updates will continue on Patreon, so check it out if you’re interested to see what I have cooking on the original fiction front

A personal journey

Hello, friends 🙂 It’s been a while since I’ve done a blog post on this blog, so here we are. To tell you the truth, I feel like I’ve spent the past several years in a whirlwind, and have finally come out on the other side. And that has been an adjustment in itself. It’s

SessKag Series: The Pact, Part 184

This entry is part 184 of 185 in the series The Pact [Ongoing]

Inuyasha pursed his lips. Drawing Tessaiga from its sheath with a soft hiss, he held it out toward his starry-eyed nephew blade-flat. Shin eyed the chipped and rusted sword over, then frowned. “That’s your sword, oyaji? It looks like an old piece of crap.” “Shin,” Kagome said sternly. Shin tossed her an apologetic glance. “An

Bane of Blood: La Gorgona, Part 60

This entry is part 60 of 62 in the series La Gorgona [Ongoing]

The skies grew dark well before dusk. Fell winds gusted, breathy and portentous. Hushed whispers of warning that skimmed the ear. The dense, damp air stirred like a broth. Grey-black thunderheads thickened as they rolled in above the lashing trees. Murky clouds churned slow and viscous overhead, like a cauldron of conjured night. The old