There is, in the human soul, as in the depths of the ocean, a state of eternal calm. Around it the waves of unrest may surge and roar but there peace reigns. In that sanctuary the tides are born and, in their appointed time, swelling and rising, they carry the poor jetsam and flotsam of life before them.
The Seven Ages of Man ("All the world's a stage") William Shakespeare All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms; And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. Welcome. Set down your venerable burthen And let him feed...
GLORYHAMMER TO RELEASE NEW ALBUM SPACE 1992: RISE OF THE CHAOS WIZARDS ON SEPTEMBER 25TH 2015! FRIDAY, JUNE 12, 2015 TAGS: GLORYHAMMER > NAPALM RECORDS In the distant future of the year 1992…war has returned to the galaxy. One thousand years have passed since the brave hero Angus McFife defeated the evil sorcerer Zargothrax in the battle of Dunfermline, trapping the wizard in a frozen prison of liquid ice. But now, a cult of unholy chaos wizards are plotting to release their dark master from his ice-bound tomb and once again unleash the sorcerer Zargothrax upon the universe. The tragic destiny of the Galactic Empire of Fife now hangs in the balance once more… Mighty warriors of the Galaxy! Today GLORYHAMMER announced that their second album Space 1992: Rise of the Chaos Wizards will be unleashed upon the universe on September 25th 2015 AD (After Dundee) via Napalm Records! The album will feature 10 glorious battle anthems, which chronicle the legends of the Galactic Empire of Fife, the titles of which are as follows: 1. Infernus Ad Astra 2. Rise of the Chaos Wizards 3. Legend of the Astral Hammer 4. Goblin King of the Darkstorm Galaxy 5. The Hollywood Hootsman 6. Victorious Eagle Warfare 7. Questlords of Inverness, Ride to the Galactic Fortress! 8. Universe on Fire 9. Heroes (of Dundee) 10. Apocalypse 1992 GLORYHAMMER on the future: “In the coming weeks and months we will reveal how to pre-order the album in various legendary formats, and we may even release a song online for you all to hear! We also have some touring announcement coming …Stay tuned, mighty warriors! Legendary Hails, Gloryhammer” For More Info Visit: http://www.gloryhammer.com http://www.facebook.com/gloryhammer http://www.napalmrecords.com http://www.facebook.com/napalmrecords
The Dream Quest Series revolves around one knight, Blade, an enigmatic warrior of unknown origins and mystical power, and his girlfriend, Sazz. No mortal man is any match for them in battle. No sorcery can contain or confound them. No scholar or sage can outwit them. But for all their skills, they are just like us; a man, a woman, humans who shares our faults, our dreams, and our ambitions. They boldly strides across the land, fearless, peerless, and cloaked in mystery; all their will bent on righting such wrongs as they deemed right. When Shadow Warriors open a gateway to the very pits of hell, releasing outer demons of the darkest nightmare upon the world, only these two stand in their way. They both take up the mantle of their noble house to hold back the tide of chaos that threatens to engulf the world and destroy mankind. Soldier of fortune recruits are led by Blade and Sazz, two very mysterious mercenaries that have mystical power to stand against the dark creatures. Blade and Sazz take up their swords one last time against the coming darkness — a darkness from which only they will emerge.”
story as it is in the unfinished stage Veil of Darkness Darker and more chilling than other books of your favorite literary genre, that I promise to unsettle your brain and tease your imagination. Magicians, wizards, werewolves, witches, and vampires are not the only monsters lurking inside these pages, and readers won't be sure at the outset if the entities they are seeing are good or evil. Indeed, most are a shady mixture of both. Most hide under some kind of veil of darkness.
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NIGHTMARES ARE OFTEN built with the bricks of reality. I could not escape from either bad dreams or bad reality. An ominous stillness came over the camp, and Blade sensed something in the air, though he knew not what. It was nearly dawn, not quite time for the soldiers to awaken, and he started for the opening of the tent. “Stay here and stay quiet. I’ll be back as soon as I know what’s going on outside, Blade had whispered to Sazz." The muscles in his jaw contracted. From the moment he’d opened the tent flap and seen the body of his friend on the ground, his throat tightened, but he refused to let fear rule him. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. I put my hand on Rick’s chest, and I felt his ragged, broken body shuddering in death like a trapped animal. His soul knew that it was incomplete, and that it was caged inside a dying vessel.
Thank you for the warm welcome. I finished my first book which I started about a year ago. It was a series book. Dream Quest Series: The Wolf Dream, it is published on Smashwords a few days ago. I'm finishing my 2nd book; this one is an dark saga. I had a dramatic change take place in my life at 60 years old that made me want to pursue a life-long dream of being a writer. I started working when I was only 8 years old, after 52 1/2 years of working, I had four heart attacks and for 4 more years I had several others, before I retired two years ago. I have plans to write more books and continue to write articles for large websites( I have had a few poems published). I want to learn about writing newsletters, copywriting and ghost writing. I'm also looking forward to learning and sharing with everyone.
Here is a blurb from my next project... The Dream Quest Series First book edition: Veil of Darkness NIGHTMARES ARE OFTEN built with the bricks of reality. I could not escape from either bad dreams or bad reality. An ominous stillness came over the camp, and Blade sensed something in the air, though he knew not what. It was nearly dawn, not quite time for the soldiers to awaken, and he started for the opening of the tent. “Stay here and stay quiet. I’ll be back as soon as I know what’s going on outside, Blade had whispered to Sazz." The muscles in his jaw contracted. From the moment he’d opened the tent flap and seen the body of his friend on the ground, his throat tightened, but he refused to let fear rule him. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. I put my hand on Rick’s chest, and I felt his ragged, broken body shuttering in death like a trapped animal. His soul knew that it was incomplete, and that it was caged inside a dying vessel. What had caused that suffering, that confusion? Why was he on the ground spilling his life-blood? He felt the doom in his bones. “C’mon,” I said softly, opening up the tent flap, it was time get out of there. The sun was just barely up, and Blade tried in vain to shut out the sound of Sazz screaming at what remained of his friend, as they kept to the shadows and headed for the woods. How could one man ruin so many lives? No, not ruin. Destroy. He no longer had a right to live. Not after all the blood he’d greedily spilled with his sword. Not after all the atrocities he’d committed. Yet here he stood. Somewhere in the distant, unrecorded past he had been alone. It wasn’t fun being the gatekeeper to hell. The only thing worse was being evil’s bitch, and Gunon had been that, too. Willingly. Unashamed. Undead. A twice-designated guardian to a world he’d done his damnedest to annihilate. Yeah, it didn’t make sense to him either. The spirits were ever a mystery. He couldn’t even begin to fathom their reasoning in allowing him to return here. But then the one lesson he’d learned through all of this was the truth in the old saying—man has responsibility, not power. After all these years, he finally understood what that meant. I will not fail them. Or himself.
"I have seen the night torn into tiny dark strips and woven into shapes too bleak for dreams." ‘What does all this have to do with Sazz?’ snapped Blade. "Or perhaps if I told, how my people guard the gates between this world and the world of magic, a brotherhood sworn to guard the wall between the human world and the demon realm, have relied only on one another for centuries?" "The same,’ agreed Blade. "They would laugh into my face, beat me for the intrusion, and lock me in their deepest dungeon for the rest of my days. No, there’s nothing that can be done. We stand alone in this fight…win or lose." In her, he sees a strength he admires and a body he longs to caress. Yet demons are determined to break down the portal Blade has sworn to protect, using Sazz as their key. Now as a rogue sorcerer leads the enemy ever closer, Sazz and Blade have only one hope. Both must surrender to their darkest passions--and unleash their most dangerous, untested desires. -Which is more deadly, their passion or their power? Find out in the upcoming book The Dream Cycle 'Oath of the Blood' coming soon.
What are you working on next? Obviously, The Dream Quest Series is set up for a sequels. I've written the first three chapters so far, they are quite fast-paced, but I'm pleased so far that the character of Blade has translated well into the new plots, which is quite twisted and has a few shocks and surprises. Some other Dream Quest characters crop up too, it's a chance to explore the darker sides of people who in The Wolf Dream are just names in Blade's history. The working title is Dark Master (sorry Brian and Linda!). I've also got a third plot roughed out for a third Blade outing - I believe it has a killer twist, if I can pull off the writing! So it may end up as what some would describe as a threesome ("trilogy" is way too fancy a title!).
The oldest, most divesting war of all time has found a way into the world, and is now inflicting itself on all of creation. Heaven and Hell are no longer the only settings for this terrible conflict. The story is taken a place right now on our planet in the 21st century. Angels and demons are among us. And they are bringing their war down upon us. A war in which we are insignificant; a war that we would not have thought possible and that will change our lives forever.
BLADE snapped awake, gasping for breath, and the dark dreams that held him abated. The sun was chasing away the morning fog, and the lingering unease slowly retreated just below the surface of his thoughts. “Are you all right?” Sazz asked solemnly. “Those must have been some dreams. You were muttering most of the night, but I guess that is to be expected given the circumstances,” Sazz said, glancing at Blade. Blade wondered what he had been muttering, and for a moment he considered just telling Sazz everything. How long would these dreams haunt him? How long had it been since his dreams were just that—dreams, a brief respite from the waking world? Where would these dreams take him?
He's in the dream and wants to wake up, but when he does he has this giant wolf inside him, and he jumps off the front porch into the yard and tries to roll it away, but it won't go. It's rapidly taking over and he is growling and he feels his tailbone begin to extend until there is this long beating thing behind him. His eyes have rays that spread from pupil into the iris. Their sometimes called flashes, and is a sign of psychic powers. That is why the color of them cast off a golden hue. He turned his head this way and that as the Wolf Dream began, and the air was full of scents he was starting to recognize. He opened his mouth and his tongue came out, as he started panting. He opened his eyes wide, and then howled as the dreams pike built to finish the Wolf Dream. He was coming into the Wolf Dream too strongly; to try to control this spike was like trying to contain the wolf from coming out. He could only control his thoughts of the real world, keeping him from entering the Wolf Dream too quickly. Step by step he learned balance; wolf whenever the wolf was needed and the man whenever the man was needed. He let himself be drawn into the dream. Blade was quick to learn, and having been the one who created the Dream Gate gave him the advantage. Where would this path of understanding lead? He moved awkwardly toward the shelter of the forest. If he is apprehensive or disrupted by an enemy, he will kill. He is the master of the Wolf Dream. So those are the details, the facts. That is how the story ends. But the story never ends, does it? History- the rolling waves of thunder of incidence after incidence, propelled by lightening, currents of chance and luck and coincidence- streams right along with no regard for beginning or endings. The only true end is present moment, the seething forward edge of the wave. So let me bring you right up to the present. As I write this, the story must be told exactly as it unfolds.