An Excerpt from The Kassul ...Part 2

As promised, here is the last half of the excerpt I posted here. . .

. . .  “A warning,” the young man stated, pointing to each line of runes as he continued. “In both Veerzhun and Zhue-orlzin dialects. The symbols have changed slightly in the last dozen centuries, but it’s still understandable.” His bright, pure blue eyes never ceased moving as they examined every miniscule detail of the sign. “All right, it’s only slightly understandable. It’s clearly a warning to stay away – but it looks as though the writing goes into more detail. I can’t make sense of it.”
    Lemit stepped back as the Jenoce turned to look down the path at the black-haired man who stood apart from the small group. “Vozhen, can you make any sense of this?”
    The Zhue-orlzin seemed not to have heard him, his bright green eyes narrowed and the dark skin of his forehead furrowed in concentration as he stared up at the towering castle. His gauntleted right hand subconsciously gripped the blunt edge of the massive sword strapped to his back. The metal-plated glove, made up largely of fol-ty and encompassing his entire right arm, ended in a thick leather shoulder pad attached to his sleeveless tunic. Both the extensive gauntlet and the ridiculously large sword were marks of his position as a Zholdun of the Jezhoaldun.
    “Can’t any of you feel that?” The broad-shouldered Zhue-orlzin looked rigid and alert, a far cry from his usual carefree manner.
    Lemit arched an eyebrow and cast about him, searching for anything out of the ordinary.
    “If you mean the immense Power radiating from the structure, then yes,” Zholin answered. “Legend has it that a few of the strongholds of the Old Houses were trapped long ago in a state of limbo between the worlds of Khytowg and our own Ivarun.”
    As the Veerzhun spoke, Lemit noticed a massive accumulation of nayrl in the direction of the building and a constant pulse of energy emanating from it. The building suddenly took on a far more surreal and dangerous aura as Lemit stared down the broken and overgrown black stone path.
    “Now that doesn’t make any sense,” he whispered to himself. A silence fell between the men and he felt their eyes on him. “Li`neen has a far more attuned ability to detect nayrl than I do,” he stated. “Why would she enter a building practically bathed in the stuff?”
    “Perhaps she was curious as to why so much nayrl was collected about the building,” Vozhen supplied as he walked back over to join the trio standing at the gate.
    Lemit gave him a look that left no doubt of his opinion on that guess. “Giant, manmade, inanimate objects soaked in nayrl have never boded well for good situations in our experience,” he stated flatly as he drew his gun and cocked off the safety, getting a sharp, quick whine of power from the disyldon in response.
    “So you expect to find her in some dire situation involving a crazed Nayrldosh or a colossal monster that was trapped in there a millennia ago.” Zholin made it a statement of fact as he crossed his arms and arched an eyebrow.
    The Nanhew did not reply, he merely holstered his weapon and started down the broken path toward the foreboding structure.
    “Right.” Zholin exchanged a look with Vozhen as he spoke before turning to follow Lemit. Shrugging, Vozhen took the huge sword from his back and followed, leaving the small Quyd to stare after them in disbelief. . .

And there you have it, combined with the excerpt I posted last week, this makes up the entire opening chapter of my latest project, The Kassul (which is planned to be published in ebook format later this year) . . . Let me know what you think! :)

Hope everyone has a great week!     Psalm 7:17

P.S. I hope to eventually have some more concept art up - for this and for Warrior's Fury . . . and I hope to post some more Scripture related stuff soon...


An Excerpt from The Kassul ...Part 1

Well, I still haven't gotten a satisfactory amount of comments to post the alternate ending of Warrior's Fury ;P :) (although it is interesting that so many people have +1ed it, should I count those? :P :) . . . so, partly to sulk (jk) and partly to try something new I'll be posting the Real 'sneak peek' of my upcoming ebook in two parts. . . (You can see the 'not-real' sneak peek HERE :P :)

So, without further ado, here is the first half of an excerpt from The Kassul...


The dark spires of the towering castle looked like small needles pricking into the grey, cloud-like vapors far overhead.  Though not impressive in perimeter, the ominous structure made up for its lack of ground cover with its height, so that Lemit Vydin had to strain to see the eroding overhangs of the highest tower.
    Even from a distance, the abandoned castle had appeared neglected.  Now, Lemit’s dark sapphire eyes quickly surveyed rotting window frames where jagged pieces of stained glass still remained, vines climbing black stone walls, and tangled weeds overgrowing the fenced-off yard surrounding the disconcerting building.
    All in all it was not a place he would have chosen to explore if given the choice.
    “You’re sure she went in there?” he asked of the short creature standing to his left, making no effort to conceal his annoyance.
    The purple-fur-covered Quyd had found Lemit in Trader’s Square, close to the south-eastern outskirts of Zhoahlon, and had interrupted Lemit in the middle of a deal he was going over with a potential client. It was hard enough to find work in the half-decrepit city of Zhoahlon, residing in an enormous cavern – known as Lyzhin – almost ten miles beneath the northern icecaps of Arn, without a furry little maniac biting the first customer that came to call.
    Ignoring Lemit’s frustration, the four-foot Quyd nodded vigorously. “Yup, I warned ‘er and tried to stop ‘er. But she juss ignored me an’ went righ’ on in.” The small man looped his thumbs in his belt and let his shoulders droop slightly as he wrinkled his black, animal-like nose in thought. “She seemed kinda distant actually – juss starin’ ahead a’ the doors as if somethin’ was callin’ to ‘er.”
    Li’neen, Lemit’s sister, was the girl in question. A voracious reader fascinated by all things involving nayrl and history, she helped him with some of his jobs whenever they involved an inordinate amount of research. That very morning Li’neen had told him that she had found something interesting in the Great Archives and was going to investigate an ancient structure still standing about half a mile out in the dusty plain of Lyzhin.
    “Yeah, that’ll be her insatiable curiosity,” Lemit said, shaking his head and resting his hand against the grip of the disyldon holstered on his right thigh.
    “Insatiable curiosity or not, can’t your sister read?”
    Lemit turned to Zholin, who stood at the gate next to a sign inscribed with Zhue-orlzin and Veerzhun runes.
    “And, if not written messages, then at least between the lines?” The young Veerzhun man lifted an arm to indicate the sign and then the castle as he spoke, his heavy tabard-like cape parting at the front to allow him to do so. The shin-length cape, woven of strands of a dark blue ore known as nowlrik, marked him as a Jenoce of the Jezhoaldun; though, contrary to tradition, Zholin wore it with the top few buckles unfastened so that the whole of his young face could be seen, framed handsomely by black hair that glistened with a silver-blue sparkle even in the dull light of Lyzhin.
    “Well that depends.” Lemit paused as he stepped over to join the Jenoce by the sign. “What kind of writing are we talking about?”. . . . .

(Announcer's Voice: "Tune in next week to find out more!" ........ okay, yeah, that'd just be cheesy :P :)

I'll be posting the rest of this chapter next week, but bring on the comments/questions if you have any - I'd love to know what you think!

Have a great week! :D


A Question

I haven't posted anything for Warrior's Fury recently, sooo.... I was thinking of posting the 'alternate ending' that I wrote for the book.

But, a friend of mine suggested I ask and see if anyone was interested in reading it first :)

So, anyone interested in reading an alternate ending to Warrior's Fury? Comment and let me know! However, there's a little bit of a catch, I won't post it unless I get at least 10 affirmative comments :P :)

Well, I'll leave it at that, hope everyone has a great week! :D


A Digital Painting

Fallen in the Street by J D White
I'm planning on doing a little more to this Photoshop painting that I did in one of the recent Computer Art classes I took, but I thought I might as well share it now since I haven't posted a digital painting in a while :P ;)