© Antidarius 2020 ------------------------------------------------A PALADIN'S WARCHAPTER TWO----------------------------------------------------------------------------------2.1: What Lies in Dreams---------------------------------- Elaina pulled Shatter free of the Troll's skull, grimacing at the sound of cracking bone as the sharp spikes decorating the m...
*** Against the dark of night he stands, Brandished holy light in hand, Forged by fury, wrath and flame, The blade that was lost, again bears a name. "Excerpt from 'Of Light and Shadow' -- Maigan Ezra" *** The boat rocked gently as it sailed northward up the Endelin River toward the Karvani Mountains. The wind had been in favour, and the strong...
Warning; this story has incest content. "I would weave strong magic for protection, Deep magic to bind and chasten." (Chant to Feyja) A hand touched his arm and a voice said, "Hello Richard." He turned to see an exceedingly striking woman wearing, in marked contrast to the somber attire of those around them, a silver coloured dress that stretched from...
The Decision They ate lunch together at least three times a week. She was semi-retired from the law firm she founded. She worked when she wanted; her office was in the same building as Sam's. Sam was a political consultant. They usually ate in the bar down the street from their building. "You know Sam, I'm not wanting you to leave her. I want us to be a fa...
CHAPTER SIX *all characters are over the age of eighteen years* ***ARAN -- Ironshire, Ekistair*** The clashing of steel echoed throughout the basement beneath Smythe's house as dull-edged practice blades met repeatedly. Smythe circled Aran, whirling a huge, five-foot long great-sword like it weighed nothing. His footwork was impeccable, and he stepped...
CHAPTER FOUR *all characters are over the age of eighteen years* ***ARAN -- One Year Ago, Emerin Forest Chapel*** Aran's eyes shot open as his bedroom door slammed against the stone wall. Outside, the window showed a violet sky dotted with myriad stars; it was not yet dawn. "Up!" Elaina roared. She was planted in the doorway, dressed in a simple coat a...
WELCOME TO DETROIT There are fifty shades of gray in the Motor City. And all their names are Death. It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. OK, forget about the "best" part. That was when the Huron, Ojibway and the Chippewa still roamed the Lakes, long before Whitey came and the frogs renamed the Indians' Tsychsarondia River "Detroit," which e...
*** CHAPTER EIGHT -- Machinations *all characters are over the age of eighteen years* *** ***SMYTHE -- Ironshire, Ekistair*** The morning of the day after Aran departed Ironshire, Smythe was on his way to visit an old friend. After all the intense training he'd put Aran through in the past three months, Smythe was in the mood for a relaxed, quiet c...
The family were engrossed in the nitroglycerine scene of "War Wagon" when the phone rang. Vicki rushed to answer it, hoping that it would mean Tyler and the other deputies had caught Dinah. "Thank you. Yeah, it's not ideal, but I should have seen it coming. Prison is no picnic for child molesters, from what I've heard. That's probably even truer of women's...
*This work is the sole property of the author. If you see this work posted under any other name than Antidarius, then it is posted without permission of the author.* THE SUNBLADE CHRONICLES: Book 1 -------------------------------------------- CHAPTER TWO: The Stranger -------------------------------------------- The Emerin forest was deathly quiet as...