Creative Blog : The Fae Awakening
The proofs for Caged arrived in great condition. Check out the images below. I’ll be announcing the release in the coming days (possibly a week or so if our Chicago Wizard World trip gets in the way of things). Here’s the back text: Imprisoned after the Albino’s attack on the
One recurring question is, “Why are the names in The Fae Awakening very human?” It’s a good question, one that is answered in time with the series. For those of you wondering and wanting a fast food answer, read on.
Note: I tried my best not to write spoilers, but there are minor spoilers in this post. The nature of writing about the character names forces those into the text. I tried to keep everything related to Fury and Greed. There are no future spoilers, just those two books.
The names are very human for a variety of reasons. Most of those reasons are character based.
If you’ve read Fury or another Fae Awakening story, you probably have questions about the different characters. What is Bonnie? Why are the names for the Fae very human? What is the relationship between Henry and Hunter? These are some of the questions I’ve been asked. I’ll tackle these issues
It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything to these blogs—for good reason. My goal in the spring was to finish Revenge of the Brownie and Experiences with Extraterrestrials, Sasquatch, Interdimensionals and Others. Those books took up most of my time in April. Read more on the Intuitive Blog »
Vengeance of the HOA spawned from a combination of Twitter threads, cult rulings, and Solar Opposites. This is the first installment. If you like it, share it on Twitter and tag me so I know to continue the story. 🙂 Filled with llamas, ninjutsu, waffles, goblins, punch, and pie, it
Tharmit the marmot beared no resemblance to a marmot. The stocky dwarf walked into the gas station, shoving a frail human to the side. His bulky armor clanged through the aisle. Passing an end cap full of chips, the battle-axe hanging at his side caught the edges, tearing the bags
Kevin jumped into the air, swinging his leg in a perfect roundhouse kick. He boxed an invisible, imaginary specter, a memory of his friends standing in front of him. As he calmed himself with a slow breathing exercise, he turned to the darkened room with a light hanging from a