I've the highest regard for Ursula K. Le Guin. In tandem with that, I have something rather more tangible: one of her volumes of "The Unreal and the Real," in particular the second volume, called "Outer Space, Inner Lands". And what a fine volume of short stories it is -- if you've little experience with... Continue Reading →
Hullo and welcome (back) to my blog! It's been a little while since last I had the pleasure of working on a blog entry for this here Grimoire Reliquary and since I just finished two rather small works (in terms of content), I thought now might be a good time to tell you about these... Continue Reading →
Welcome to Adventurer’s Mishaps, a new short fiction series on this blog, inspired by my love for role-playing games akin to Dungeons and Dragons (D&D). Today’s entry follows the story of Liadrin, whom we shortly met last week. If you haven't read last week's 'Mishaps,' click here to take a look. Liadrin drew the dagger out... Continue Reading →
Welcome to Adventurer's Mishaps, a new short fiction series on my blog, inspired by my love for role-playing games akin to Dungeons and Dragons (D&D). Today's entry is all about the hard life of a bard, as you might've gathered. Let's get started! "No one appreciates a bard! Here I'm at, a week after I... Continue Reading →
Whenever I read Neil Gaiman's short-form fiction -- his poetry and short stories -- I feel as if I'm inhaling some alchemical substance, an aroma whose very essence is imagination, refined by years of study and hard work. Fragile Things is one of several short story collections which might very well be my favorite (althought that's arguable). ... Continue Reading →
Read the previous Volume here. Diary Entry #0160 I am told that I have entered the first of many identical free human kingdoms. This one shares a border with mine lands. That is what makes it special. Bah, humans are strange folk. So glad am I that I no longer fill their ranks that I could incinerate a... Continue Reading →
The connection between a vampire and his progenitor is a sacred one, akin to that between a parent and a child. Naturally, I began plotting the murder of my maker in order to claim his influence and authority for myself as soon as I was turned...once I were to get my predatory instincts under control... Continue Reading →
There are many whom the world dubs heroes. Men of courage and of passion, and of such strength as never would you imagine! But there are unsung heroes, men remembered by no one. These men? Hermits hidden in forests, gathering herbs, picking mushrooms! Look closer at the Forest of Whispers, now! Look and you will... Continue Reading →
Catch up here. Where last I left off, horror had nestled itself deep within my heart. My associates had contacted me, not as individuals were prone to do but as a group, in one collective voice, a cold, inhuman thing. Speech of such otherworldly nature as to leave no doubt within the depths of my... Continue Reading →
Diary Entry #0120 The gates are breached! Nightmares and monstrosities assail the very heart of my realm! Goblins and orcs and undead have long since desiccated and turned to ash and dust under my protective aura; alas, the front line of the Council of Darkness refuses to break under my fierce defense. Gigantic mole-like creatures have crept from... Continue Reading →
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