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Echoes of Dark Reflections – Part Five

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“Time to get up, Qosa.”

Nhaqosa woke to the comforting sound of his father’s voice. As his eyes opened, he could see the ceiling of his room, and could smell around him the familiar, reassuring scents of his parents’ house. For a fragment of a moment a strange sensation swept over him, a dichotomy of experiences, of memories of being enclosed in ice, or burning suns beating down on blood stained sands, distant and fading in the waking hours. He rubbed at sleepy eyes and shook his head. They were dreams, no more, like many others he had had before, these ones brought on by the events of the previous day. In the hills beyond the village, a terrible storm had set in and he had become lost. His solid, dependable father had found him and carried him home.

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Upcoming Stories

I currently have rather a large collection of short fiction written up, totalling near 40 stories, ranging from very short stories to much longer novellas.  Between them there are near 400,000 words, or around the length of four average novels.

Those are just the ones written.  There are a number more in planning or the early stages of writing.

Over time they will all be making an appearance here.  Given the number of stories already written, it may be a while before all of them are shared.  Plus there will be some proper serials starting up at some point as well.

As an indication of what will appear here, and the types of stories they are, here are some of them.

The Deeds of Peregrine and Blade

Pulp style sword and sorcery short fiction influenced by the likes of Robert E. Howard, Fritz Leiber and Michael Moorcock, this collection of sixteen currently written stories (and eight more already planned) follows the adventures of Peregrine, the Aedring swordmaiden, and Carse of the Red Blade, swordsman, dabbler in magic and former assassin.

The first of these stories should be shared soon.

The Adventures of Sir Richard Hammerman

Set in an alternate steampunk/weird science/fantasy Earth, this collection of stories features gentleman-adventurer Sir Richard Hammerman, and his friends and colleagues, including Captain Archibald ‘Archie’ Hammerman, Professor Hamilton Gooding, Obadiah Crabb and more, as they travel around the dark continent of Africus and beyond, encountering pygmies, pterodactyls, weird cults and more.

Primal Tales

A collection of short fiction set in a primordial fantasy world, a place of ancient forests and ruins, of mega beasts and predators.  It is in this world that the Huatti lizardman Tudhala Ramal and the human hunter Braega make their way.

The Adventures of Ray the Robot

A SF/comedy series, Ray the Robot is a possibly malfunctioning robot tested to the limits trying to keep his ‘master’ Brian out of trouble, a fact made more difficult by Brian’s tendency to naively jump both feet first into trouble.

These are just some of the stories that have been written and will be shared here.

Echoes of Dark Reflections – Part Four

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Niati knelt down beside the distraught Abasan, tentatively touching his arm, unsure as to the reaction it would receive. When nothing occurred, she pulled him back up from where he lay and took hold of his face in her hands. The man refused to look at her, tear-filled eyes desperately looking aside, anywhere but at her.

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Echoes of Dark Reflections – Part Three

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Half buried where the tower thrust up out of the ground was an opening, a cavity that led into the crystalline structure. Nhaoqsa ducked his head to look into it. Light from the outside reflected off the walls, providing an eerie dark glow down the length of the tunnel that cut its way deep inside. The tunnel itself lay a good meter lower than the surface of the ground, while the opening itself was too small to fit into. Kicking aside some of the earth to clear room, Nhaqosa widened the opening before squeezing in, dropping down to the uneven floor of the tunnel. One by one the others followed him in, crowding near the entrance.

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Echoes of Dark Reflections – Part Two

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The tower was all wrong. It had been constructed of the same dark crystalline substance that had burnt Lakach’s hands, and shaped all as facets and sharp edges, the surfaces glistening like they had been polished, yet it appeared to be a single, solitary piece of crystal, with no construction to be seen. To Nhaqosa’s trained eye, it appeared unnatural.

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Echoes of Dark Reflections – Part One

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“That can’t be natural, boss.”

The giant white furred minotaur Nhaqosa glanced aside and down at the wiry man who had spoken, Lakach, and then back ahead of them to what had provoked the man’s words. Lakach tugged at the ends of his drooping red moustache, a sure indication of unease, even concern. Nhaqosa had to admit that he shared that worry as well.

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Coming Up Next

The Merchant’s Legacy has reached its conclusion and so we will be moving on to the next story in The Chronicles of the White Bull.  Echoes of Dark Reflections is around 7850 words and tends towards being darker than the previous stories.

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In a barren, dying land the giant white minotaur Nhaqosa and his band of hardened gladiators come across a broken, crystal tower. Horrors lay inside, horrors that must be defeated, no matter the cost, for if they are not the lands are surely doomed.

The Merchant’s Legacy – Part Eleven

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Kythias had not joined Nhaqosa as his band buried Alyan, allowing them their privacy to grieve a fallen companion and friend. After they had left the freshly dug grave, buried beneath a cairn of stones, Kythias sought Nhaqosa out.

“I am sorry for your loss.”

“He was a good man,” Nhaqosa told Kythias, “And he fought bravely in the face of evil. How can man die better?”

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The Merchant’s Legacy – Part Ten

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The village did not stand completely empty, as Nhaqosa had first suspected. In the centre of the village, in the commons of the village green, the grass now brown around a well, a couple of unkempt men sat at a rough-hewn table, a jug of liquid between them. Their talk ended abruptly at the appearance of Nhaqosa. They stood in surprise, the benches they had sat on falling over and hands going to weapons.

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The Merchant’s Legacy – Part Nine

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Through the morning they pushed on down from the bandits lair, the land about them broken hill and forest country, dry and wilting under the fierce summer sun.

Nhaqosa kept a close eye on Katako as they walked. Not only did he seem much improved, he appeared to be regaining strength even as they walked. Whatever it had been that Kythias had concocted, it had worked beyond Nhaqosa’s wildest hopes.

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