“Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.” Edgar Allan Poe. Continue reading “The Time Paradox”
The Time Paradox
#BlogBattle. October Entry: Fire-Starter
“Artefacts exist through which a skilled Mage can direct the thoughts of others. If done well then the person possessed need never know.” The Amanuensis, extract from Guild Letters.
#BlogBattle. September Entry: Ghost Shock.
“The trick with dimensional coexistence is that time runs differently between planes. A traveller might thus appear out of chronological order…” The Book of Chronomancy: Jeremiah DeLalande.
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#BlogBattle. August Entry: Subsanity.
“Tully, if the world is run by sentient AI what happens to humans?” Outside, terraforming had stalled. Earth was dead and a purge was in progress.
#BlogBattle. July Entry: Ghosts of the Past.
As I looked through time an event became clear. Focussed and entirely wrong. It destroyed a family, a man and created a paradox. Twins separated by the skin of two worlds touching.
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Dragon Stone: Time Split.
“Chronomancy is forbidden. It is my belief the elder mages corrupted time, spitting it in the past and in doing so destroyed their future.” Jeremiah Delaland, Thaumaturgical Archaeology.
December is here, the new word is “Heart.” Come Join the #BlogBattle. My Entry, “The Chaos Engine”
“Love is a powerful bond. If it is snatched away by something evil then the resulting madness can be tossed in one of two directions.” Jeremiah Delalande, Book of The Exorcist.
A to Z Challenge; Inamorata. #AtoZchallenge
“Love is a powerful bond. If it is snatched away by something evil then the resulting madness can be tossed in one of two directions.” Jeremiah Delalande, Book of The Exorcist.
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Dead Man Walking III
Author: G. Jefferies
On the next waking he sensed his grip on the past failing fast. All save one that came to him in a dream deep inside the unconscious abyss. The girl he saw was bewitched and vacant. Her dress ripped down to the waist exposing skin and breast red with blood that seeped from two wounds in her neck. Runes were etched on each wall and upon the floor was drawn a massive pentagram whose points were connected by a circle of white. Continue reading “Dead Man Walking III”
Dead Man Walking – Two
Author: G. Jefferies
Wayland found consciousness on the journey back as the cart rumbled over uneven ground and wagon ruts baked under the sun. He was under damp sacking which offered some relief from the heat above but his body felt on fire. Strange deliriums walked across his mind. Dragons weaving and scorching the earth and strange creatures flying overhead though he knew his eyes were not ready to open. He could hear hushed voices in the front of the palanquin. They sounded concerned, almost scared.
