The Gods’ Own Extract: Chapter Twenty-Five: The Truth about Matriev Pt. 1

Two hours after the attack on Krackzy Street station, Krystof stood in the small observation room connected to one of two warded interrogation rooms in the Horvach District constabulary headquarters.

Beyond the large panel of one-way glass he could see Mladin Yaraslav, hands shackled to the table, two red uniformed Raderi agents guarding him. The man smiled faintly at the mirror glass, smirking as if he knew exactly what was going on behind the glass.

Chief Hrozic slapped his hand against the wall beside the large one-way window. ‘I don’t care who you are,’ he said, face red behind an equally vivid russet beard and moustache. ‘I’m chief of this station and I won’t be dictated to by a bunch of jumped-up clerics.’

The Hunger – a Snatch of Story

The Hunger 

Suzanne watched the conveyor belt, spots of sweat prickling her brow. Fingers digging into the edge of the countertop, she shifted her weight on the uncomfortable stool. Her left bum cheek was falling asleep sleep, the creep of pins-and-needles slowly chasing down her thigh.

There was a run in her tights and the strap of her bra was twisted under the flattened cotton of her wrinkled blouse and the heavy weight of her once pristine suit jacket. Her feet ached abominably from long hours in leather heels and she was sticky and flustered from a long day in transit.

But none of that mattered. There was only one thing on her mind.

She had to have it. There was no alternative. No second choice. No consolation prize that could console her should she lose out.

The Gods’ Own Extract: Chapter Twenty-Four: What Leo Knew Pt. 2

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I am ablaze with fever; laid low by dream and delusion so gripping, I no longer know if I am asleep or awake. Visions crowd my head, my skull is split wide and spider legs prize open my soul.

A whole new world has opened up inside the folds of my brain.

I see a man in the shadow of a huge, winged horse, bathed in light and power. He shines like a beacon and calls to him a dragon and a scorpion.

I see a chamber deep in a mountain. The dragon takes the white horse there but does not tell him about the horned ghost imprisoned within. The dragon is wrathful, but the scorpion feels guilt when she looks on the ghost. It is her fault. She has betrayed her people and done great wrong trying to do good.

I see a man with antlers. He and the ghost are one, this I know, but I do not know how they were sundered. Only that many, many souls will suffer as the man fights to take it back.

The Gods’ Own Extract: Chapter Twenty-Three: What Leo Knew

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Another year dawns and I can’t keep on like this. Pretending. The entire world might be blind but I’m not and I’m sick of pretending otherwise. I see them everywhere. The dead, or whatever they are. I see their red eyes in my dreams. Sometimes they see me too. How is it possible, monsters can look so sad?

The Gods’ Own Mythology Post: Pt 6

Part six of my worldbuilding/mythology series for my novel-in-progress The Gods’ Own. Links to Parts One, Two, Three, Four. Link to Part Five, here. All imagery is mine created using Pixabay free images, Photoshop and Photodonut2.

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The Birth of the Scions, the Age of Demigods and the Gods’ War

The Gods’ Own Extract: Chapter Twenty-Two: The Family Progasch

‘Papa, it’s me, open up.’ Esfida hammered on her blue front door.

Yasha stood on the path, looking up and down the street. There was a lot of activity. Residents returning home early from work in a flurry of panic, the distant wail of sirens and the drone of megaphone announcements carried on the breeze. A city wide lock down had been announced. Everyone had to lock themselves in their homes until six tomorrow morning.