CHAPTER ONE. THE DEMON AND THE DOOR. ALL IN THIS STORY ARE 18 OR OLDER. Elmensa awoke with a tremendous, delirious headache. Hands flew to her chest and she clutched the sheets in a sweat-soaked panic, momentarily forgetting where she was, who she was. There was nothing but darkness, slick and real and cloying, and for that single moment she was not prince...
Hebat XXIIIa or b? In the city of Ephesus, in the Luwian-speaking realm of Arzawa, western Anatolia, 2577 BCE, the early Bronze Age. * * * It is mid-morning, a warm day of early summer. I am practising archery with my friend Tibe in the great courtyard, when a messenger approaches, summoning me to a meeting with my mother the Queen. Stepping out of the...
Aphrodite's Curse Book 4 Hera strikes back Queen Daisybead's eyes fluttered as the first rays of breaking dawn flooded into her bedchamber. When she lifted her lids, and woke, she sighed as she deeply inhaled. Infectious joy flooded her veins as the delectable perfume of fresh roses wafted in through the open door to her veranda. Yes..., another Solstice...
And now for something completely different! Not sure where this idea came - part Conan style fantasy homage - part my normal incest style story - and much, much more. I'm sure you'll agree this is not my normal fare and I'm looking forward to hearing your thoughts! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters within are simply figments of my imag...
During the Queen's address ceremony, the "Kingdom of Asarna" was officially renamed "Queendom of Asarna". The renaming was meaningful as it once again reaffirmed Queen Ezana's undisputed supremacy as the matriarchal ruler of Asarna. The Queen's address was followed by a long celebratory feast. All the ministers and high officials of Asarna attended. Of cou...
A twist on one of Grimm's Fairy Tales. Her mother was dying. Cinderella didn't need anyone to tell her that. The sad faces and averted eyes of the visitors that poured through their home told her that. The extra gentle touch of her father's hand on her shoulder told her that. And the pale, withered husk of her once lively mother told her that. She held her...
The morning sun was yet to come out. The deep gorge looked dark and vast like an infinite abyss. It stood between the palace and the small hill acting as natural defence against any man or beast trying to make way to the palace from that side. No keep or any defensive structure had been built on this side. Instead, only a lone watchtower stood overlooking th...
This is the final part of Act Three of Invasion of the Pussy Snatchers. I recommend that you read Acts One and Two as well as the other parts of Act Three before beginning this story as it ties into the others. I've decided to forgo a cast of characters and go straight into the action. If you've read the rest of the series you should be well-versed in who th...
It was Amy's first day at the hospital, having finished college and passed with flying colours her mum and dad had really high hopes for her future. So did Amy, although her father is a consultant now at Amy's hospital he insisted she start at the bottom of the ladder and hopefully work her way upwards to wherever her ambition takes her. Morning in the Lay...
Historians from the Kush Empire will say that I'm a liar, but I don't care. What do these shmucks who call themselves scholars and archivists of ancient Africa know anyway? They read about events from way before their time, and ponder their significance, while I was actually there, experiencing that of which I speak. And don't you or anyone else dare to call...