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The story begins here! Chapter 8-2 Scattered and broken rocks, slick with the morning dew, littered the river valley from end to end. There were few trees, no animals, and no other people. Pallas watched the hills to either side for signs of trouble. Gods, demons, living spells, cultists... it didn’t … Continue reading Wayfaring Princess–Chapter 8-2–Web Serial
I have good news. Winoc is back! Sort of. I'm really excited to have my first traditionally published piece--a short story in "Sword and Sorcery Magazine" called "The Land of Sun." I published it under my pen name, T.S. Lance. In a few months, I'll post it here in three parts. Hopefully, more stories about … Continue reading Sword and Sorcery Magazine
Here is the first season of Winoc the Traveler. I'll start writing the second arc sometime in the spring. For now, I'm focusing on National Novel Writing Month. I hope you enjoy this sword and sorcery web serial. Let me know what you think. Once you finish, let me know if you'd like to see … Continue reading Winoc the Traveler – Complete First Arc
Ravens watched us from the skeletons of the trees as we marched through trackless forest. Their eyes betrayed an unnatural intelligence. We passed them by again and again. Each time, they flew ahead and waited, leading us on. We saw no wildlife besides the strange birds, and no people besides the four of us. The … Continue reading Web Serial: Roul’s Fate – Part 12
The Golden Maple was special. Don’t get me wrong. I was proud of my inn back in Raven’s Ridge, but this was different. It was beautiful in the way that only old things could be. The stone walls and floors were covered in rugs and tapestries from around the world. Pottery, canvas paintings, and religious … Continue reading Web Serial: Yidir and Alvaro – Part 10
Stone braziers lit the open-air market. It was crowded, despite the hour. Cobblestone roads cut between the canvas stalls and animal pens where pigs, chickens, and sheep were held. Emile struggled with the keg of ale. The oak barrel weighed more than a yoke. She smiled as she waddled from the cart to Ninkasi’s table. … Continue reading Flash Fiction Monday: The Faeries and the Sea – Winoc Part 9
