The Books of Azric: War, Volume 3 Chapter 6

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CHAPTER 6

The purple gas floats just above the tips of the flames of the candles. It twirls and snaps with small pops of lightning.

She stares into the cloud. Her eyes never blinking as she concentrates at the flashing images. She sits up and blinks once. Her large blood shot eyes look around the dim room. The cloud swirls in a circle and disappears with a puff. Kristina raises her hands slightly and the flames grow on the candles around the room. The candles fill the room with a warm glow.

She walks to a velvet puffy chair by the window and sits down in it with a flop. She swings one leg over the arm of the chair. She leans forward and pulls back the black drapes keeping the sun out. The light spills in, but the sun sits just above the tree line. “Oh,” her voice raspy. She clears her throat. “What’s this? How long was I watching for?”

A small figure catches her eye in the distance. Her head follows her eyes. She watches it fly towards her but she loses it as it flies beyond the reach of the failing light. She stands up and walks over to a small, square hole in the floor. She pulls her purple robe up and steps down, her barefoot steps on the rung of a metal ladder. She lowers herself down to the next floor. The small stone room only holds a few wooden crates and a set of stone stairs that hug the wall.

She takes the stairs and the spiral of the stairs tightens as she lowers into her tower. “Down, down, down I go.” She cackles. The stairs unravel as she reaches the half way mark of her walk from the top of her tower.

The stairs end in the center of a small room. On the outer edge of the room holds another set of stairs. She takes them but these one’s lead to a small library.

Books line the walls. Bookshelves stand in a circular design in the center of the room. She takes a few steps on the small landing before she gets to the steps. She passes a few more rooms before she steps into the kitchen. A round table stands in the middle of the kitchen. A few cupboards surround it and a window next to the stove.

A raven lands on the window sill. “What do you want?” She drops her robe and shuffles to the window. The raven hops inside and stairs at her with black beady eyes.

“Hoping to talk to you about my problem,” the raven speaks.

“Yes? And what problem would that be?” She giggles as she opens up a cupboard.

“I was hoping for some freedom.” The upper part of the beak turns into a large nose.

“Freedom? He wants freedom, I could give Marns  freedom, oh but Marns has to earn the freedom.” She grabs a cup down from the open cupboard.

“How would you like for me to earn it?” The nasally voice comes from the nose. She giggles and twirls a finger around. A small elven head replaces the ravens.

“Oh? I think Marns knows how to earn his freedom.” She laughs and looks back at the creature in front of her.

The elven raven flaps its wings as it jumps onto the floor. It grows into a tall, slender, naked elf. He walks over and grabs Kristina by her waist. He pushes her onto the table and pulls on the knot holding her robe. It slides off her body and lies on the table. He Crawls on top of her and slides inside. She moans and looks into his eyes. “Is this what you want?” He smiles down at her.

She feels his warm chest pressing against her breasts. He thrusts a few times and she stares up at him without breaking eye contact. She feels his weight lift and his chest softens. Long hair tickles her sides. “Or is it this?” His voice and body now a beautiful elf. Marns slides her fingers into the Kristina and kisses her lips.

“You know what I want?” Kristina moans.

“Tell me and it’s yours,” Marns whispers in her ear.

“I want,” Kristina moans some more as Marns moves her fingers in and out. “I want you to replace my fucking tea you drank,” Kristina flicks her hand and Marns turns back into a raven. “Time for tea, yes it is, time for tea,” Kristina laughs as she waves her hand at Marns who hops away from the flailing hand.

“It’s not fair, you shouldn’t be able to control my shape shifting,” Marns squawks.

“Time for tea,” she reaches for her broom. Marns takes a few hops before it flies out the open window. “Now,” she gets up from the table and closes her robe. “What did I see? What? What? What? That’s the question.” She paces around the table. “I saw her, yes, yes, yes,” She shakes her finger. “I saw her indeed.” She squeals with laughter. “She’s important,” she paces some more. “So is he. Oh, he’s so handsome, but he is nothing.” She cackles going around the table. “Nothing,” her cackles grow louder. “Nothing,” Her cackles end. “Without her,” her head tilts to the left a little.

“The hairy man, oh, oh, oh. It may be.” She licks her lips, looking straight in front of her. She halts in her tracks. “Only one way to find out,” she shrugs her shoulders and wanders around the table.

“What else? What else? There was war, hmmm, a father losing a son, that’s not a good thing.” She shakes her head. “Not a good thing at all. I think,” she taps her chin. “Revenge, will he get it? I don’t know,” she laughs and claps her hands repeatedly.

She stands straight up, her hands fall to the sides. “Not him, oh no, not him. Evil, that’s all he is. Goodbye,” she hangs her head.

“Marns,” her head pops back up. She turns and sees an elven woman sitting on the window sill.

“I didn’t want to disturb you,” she holds a bag of tea leaves. “Tea time, remember.” She climbs off the window sill and crosses the kitchen to the wood stove. She grabs the tea kettle and takes the lid off and looks inside. She sets the kettle on the stove above the fire. She opens the damper. The flames lick the bottom of the hot plate.

“Yes, tea time,” Kristina looks to the ground. “Of course,” she pulls out a chair and sits.

“Did you see anything else?” Marns turns around and locks eyes with Kristina.

“Did I,” Kristina looks out the window at the stars floating in the sky. “Anything? Something? Everything? Nothing?” Her fingers tap out a rhythm. “Death? Life? What did I see,” she closes her eyes and then they snap open again. “Darkness, in a land of color,” Kristina stares at nothing as the life drains from her face. Marns blinks her eyes at Kristina.

“Kristina…” Marns takes a step over and reaches out a hand.

“Is the tea ready,” she looks over at Marns. Her life and color back in her gaze.

“The water still needs to boil,” Marns looks over at the kettle. She turns back around but an empty chair stands before her. “Why I…” Marns shakes her head as she watches the tail of robe disappear up stairs.

Kristina takes the stairs to the second floor of her library. She glides a finger behind her across the dusty spines. “Color,” she laughs. “Not enough color where you’ll be going my dear.” Her finger freezes on a small, black book. She takes a few steps back, not taking her finger away from the hard spine. “What’s this?” She pulls out the book and opens a few pages in. “Hmmm,” her eyes skim the pages. “I haven’t tried this before.” She snaps the book close. A cloud of dust fills the air in front of her face. “Might taste good,” she slides the book back in its place on the shelf.

“Now, where can it be?” She resumes her search. Her finger presses a trail through the dust once again. “I know you’re here.” She laughs and looks up at the ceiling. “Come out, come out wherever you are,” her laugh echoes off the stone walls. “I’m getting closer,” her hand drifts up to the highest shelf her height takes her without the steps. “I can feel it,” she halts. Her fingers wrap around the book and she pulls it out.

She walks over to the small desk up against the wall. She slides the chair out and sits down. She grabs the little candle in the corner of the desk and pulls it towards her. She puts the book on the desk and opens it. She scans the page and turns to the next.

She hums as she goes, not paying attention to anything around her. “You’ll need what I have in here.” She sings softly to herself. She hums the words as she rocks her head back and forth. “But how do I get it to her?” She sings some more. “I don’t know, but I have to.” She cackles a little.

“Kristina?” Marns soft voice comes from the back. Kristina sits up and stares in front of her. “I’ve got your tea.” Her hips sway as she carefully makes her way to Kristina with a hot pot of tea and a cup on a tray. She gently sits it down on the desk. “Is everything ok?” She puts a hand on Kristina’s shoulder.

“Ok?” Kristina looks around. “Ok? Is anything truly ok?”

“Well I don’t know.” Marns lifts her hand off her shoulder, but Kristina places a hand on hers keeping it there.

“Oh,” Kristina smiles up at her. “Is this my tea?”

“It is,” Marns smiles down at her. She gives her shoulder a slight squeeze. “Are you hungry?”

“For knowledge.”

“What kind of knowledge?”

“The kind in this book,” she closes it and shakes it at Marns face. “Knowledge that I must share but don’t know how.”

“Who do you need to share it with?”

“Her,” Kristina stares at the wall. “Him,” her gaze still fixed. “And outside,” tears well up in her eyes. “Oh, the outside, I miss the outside.” She sets the book back on the table and reopens it to the page she needs. Marns pulls her hand out from under hers and pours some tea.

“I’ll be in my room if you need me.” Marns brushes her hair as she walks away. Kristina reads the book, her hand still resting on her shoulder. She reaches out and grabs the tea. She takes a sip. “Hot,” she laughs and blows on the tea. She sips again. “Ah, that’s better.” She goes back to reading, tea cup in hand.

She jumps to her feet. The tea cup crashes to the floor. Her eyes glaze over foggy with a purple cloud. “I must know.” She turns to the stairs and grabs her robe to hike it up. She rushes up the stairs to the little room above her library.

She runs up the tiny spiral staircase all the way to the ladder in the center of the room. She climbs the ladder into the top of the tower. A storm crashes through the open windows. The wind roars through the windows, swirling in the round tower. Papers fly in the air, flames dance, but nothing comes out of place. She shuts the windows and the papers fall where they left from. The flames on the candles still burn.

“Could it be?” She grabs a purple powder out of the bag. She tosses it onto her candles. He puffs in a cloud of smoke. It settles into a storming cloud once again. She stares into it, her eyes never blinking. Her eyes search as lightning pops in the gas cloud. A few bolts strike objects outside of the cloud but leaves the world around her untouched.

“He’s coming,” she moves around the table. “He won’t be alone but…” she trails off. “He doesn’t know who’s with him,” her eyes never leave the purple swirl of gas and lightning. “He’ll find out one way or another, he’ll find out. Yes, yes, yes. He’ll find out and then…” her foot stops in mid air. “He can take me.” She laughs and claps her hands as she dances. “He can take me, he can take me,” she sings at the top of her lungs. “He can take me where I need to go. This is good news. Yes it is, yes, yes, yes.” She claps with each beat.

She tilts her head and leans in. Lightning lights up her eyes as it strikes her nose. “They’re not alone.” Her eyes dance in a swirl of purple. “I could help them?” The gas fills her lungs as she breathes in. “I don’t know, can I?” She breathes in some more. She stands erect, the cloud blows away.

She exhales and more of the purple smoke comes out of her nostrils. “I can do that. He’ll come take me. Yes, yes, yes. He will come and take me.” The purple haze leaves her eyes.

“Marns?” She calls as she turns around. She lifts her robe and runs to the ladder. “Marns, he’s coming. He’s coming.” She hooks her feet around the outer edge of the ladder and slides down to the next floor. “Marns, he’s coming to take me. To take me, can you believe it?” She runs down the stairs. Her left hand holds her robe, her right keeps her balance on the wall. “Marns, he’s coming. I get to go deliver my message. I get to, me, me, me.” She laughs as she hits the bottom of the narrow stone stairs.

“We have to wait and I need to help.” She heads down the next set of stairs. “Marns, Marns,” she runs pass several floors of her library when Marns meets her on the stairs.

“What is it?” Marns embraces her arms.

“He’s coming to take me.”

“Who’s coming to take you?” Marns tries to pull her off the stairs onto the flat floor but Kristina stays in place.

“He is,” Kristina cackles. She breaks Marns’ hold and runs down the stairs. “I need to get ready,” she stops between floors and turns back to Marns. “I can help. Don’t you see? I can help. I just need some things from…”

“From?” Marns takes a few steps down the steps when Kristina collapses. “Kristina,” Marns rushes to her side. Marns shifts and scoops her up in his arms.

“I’m okay,” she wraps her arms around his neck. She nestles into his shoulder. He pulls her in closer. Her head snaps up and she pushes herself out of his grasp. Her feet land on the stone floor of the kitchen. “Oh…” her hands fall to her side. “You pour soul. Pour, pour soul.”

“What is it?” Marns asks.

“Nobody deserves this fate. He cannot endure much more before he breaks. And break he will. You pour, pour sole. She will live on with you in her heart be she no longer is yours.” Tears well up in her eyes and she crumbles to the floor.

She wraps her arms around her knees and rocks back and forth. “He will get what’s coming to him. Don’t you fret. He will get what’s coming. Yes, yes, yes.” She laughs as she rocks.

“Kristina?” Marns kneels beside her.

“Oh Marns, you changed again.”

“Is this better?” Her voice soft again.

“No, no, no. I liked when you shifted to what you know I need.” Kristina watches the soft curves of Marns face chisel into a strong jaw line. “That’s better. Now, can I get my tea please?”

“Yes,” Marns stands up. “Will you be here when I get back?” Marns looks down at her. Kristina looks up at him.

“I will be here, right here.” She stands up. “Or, maybe…” she looks around. “Maybe I’ll be over here.” She wanders to the other side of the table. “Or…” she looks around some more. Her finger rests on her chin.

“Are you going to stay in this room?” Marns rephrases his question. Kristina looks over at him but her eyes still wander the room.

“What? I’m sorry, did you say something?” Marns snaps his fingers. Her eyes dart to meet his.

“Are you going to stay in this room until I get back?”

“Yes, in this room.” Kristina looks around some more. Marns heads up the stairs. He goes to the desk on the second floor of the library. He looks around for the tea cup, but he doesn’t see it on the desk. He looks around and still doesn’t see it. He lets out a heavy breath before he gets on his knees to look under the desk. He searches all around while still on his hands and knees looking for her favorite tea cup.

He turns the corner to find a pair of bare feet standing in front of him. He follows the legs up to find Kristina standing naked in front of him. Her robe left somewhere on a floor below. Her finger wraps around the handle of the cup as it dangles loosely from her grasp. “Is this what you’re looking for?” She swings it back and forth.

“Yes it is, but why-” Kristina wraps her arms around his neck and locks her lips on his. “Finish what you started.” She whispers in his ear. He grabs her hips in his hands and lifts her up. She wraps her legs around his waist and her spins towards the desk. He takes his steps as she reaches her hands down his trousers.

“No need for that,” he smiles. His trousers disappear and she properly feels him. He presses her onto the desk. She wipes her arm and the tea tray crashes to the ground. Hot tea splashes on his legs but it doesn’t faze him. Her legs unlock and her arm stretches out as he enters her. One hand digs into his back while the other keeps a firm grip on her tea cup.

The Books of Azric: War, Volume 3, Chapter 4

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The following contains spoilers for the Books of Azric Series. This is Chapter 4 of Books of Azric: War, Volume 3. This is unedited and is the rough draft. Do not wine, complain, or comment on any errors in the writing. If you do, we will all know the kind of person you are and you will be judged. That is all. Enjoy the ride.

Lord Roderick and Blade ride their steam carriage over Branch Mountain Pass. Blade turns back again to see the smoke coming from Yungston. “Think they made it?”

“For Azric’s sake, I hope they did.” Lord Roderick turns around to see the smoke as well. “Right now, we do not have the luxury to worry about them. We need to hurry to my alchemists lab.” He turns his attention back to the road.

“Why the rush?”

“I tipped my hat to my Master that I may no longer be needed.” His gaze faces forward.

“What?” Blade spins back around to face him. His eyes fixed on the road. “How?”

“I believe he only kept me alive so long is he does not know where or what my alchemist was working on and now I fear Kenna’s life is in danger as well as my own.”

“If you’re no longer needed then I won’t be either?”

“I am afraid not my dear. You are only alive because of me. The Master never liked you, but for what it is worth, you have always kept my interest.” His eyes flash over to her as he attempts a smile. She looks at him briefly before returning her gaze to the front.

“So how does our Master know where, Kenna is it?” She waits for Lord Roderick to nod in agreement. “Where Kenna is?”

“I said that I had to go see her after I met with Colt…” He trails off.

“So?”

“He sent his necromancers to follow us to Yungston to kill Colt. Because of that, I knew that at least three that have been following since we left Yungston.”

“Then why are we going there?”

“Because I need what she has.” His hands jostle on the t-handle of the steam carriage as they drive through some slush. The wind picks up blowing their hoods off.

“And what’s that?” Blade yells to get her voice over the wind. She helps Lord Roderick pull his hood back on.

“I do not know but she said it would be worth anything.”

“Great, we’re walking into a trap.”

“Do not fret my dear.”

“Why not?”

“I never get trapped. I always set them.” He looks over at her with a smile.

“So explain them?” She points in front of them. He follows her finger and slams on damper down and pulls on the break. They grind to a halt.

“Nothing to worry about. This is not a trap.”

“Your men?”

“No, but a trap implies we do not have a way out.” He turns back with another smile on his face. “There is only four of them.”

“We kill them.” She smiles.

“Not before we find out what they want.” He reaches out and places his hand on the back of her head. He pulls her in close. Their lips meet softly at first but Blade lets him in. Their kiss changes to one of passion.

“Hey,” one of the men calls out. Three men and a dwarf stand in front of Roderick and Blade. “Are you going to get a room or surrender?”

“Surrender?” Lord Roderick breaks the kiss. “Is that what you want?”

“We want your head for what you did to Lord Fireston.” The dwarf says this time.

“Well,” Blade smiles. “We know what they want.” She hops to the ground as Lord Roderick climbs down from the steam carriage.

“I was hoping it would not come to this gentlemen, I really did, but you are leaving me no choice.” He holds a hand out for Blade. “After you my darling.”

“With pleasure.” Blade storms through the slushy mud over to them. Her cloak flaps in the breeze exposing her two blades attached to her hips. The three men draw their swords and the dwarf his axe. “I’m glad you decided to make this interesting, but I’ll make it fair and only kill you with your own weapons.” She unbuckles her belt and her knives fall in the mud.

Lord Roderick pulls a silk cloth from his pocket. He grabs the belt out of the filth and wipes them clean. He drapes them over his arm and fixes his attention at the fight about to break out in front of him.

“Should of kept them on honey, you might of stood a chance.” One of the men attacks her with an overhead strike. She catches his wrist and sword with both of her hands. She kicks him between the legs. His fingers fall limp. She pulls his sword free of his hand and slams the tip in the side of his head. The blade explodes out the other side. She lets him fall limp and steps over him.

The other three stand in front of her with the dwarf in the center. The dwarf charges her with his axe held high. She kicks him in the face with the heel of her boot. The dwarf falls into the mud. She ducks under a slashing blade from her left and plants her knee on the dwarf’s throat.

She catches a glimpse of a knife in the attacker’s boot. She pulls the blade from his boot. The other human stabs down at her. She blocks the attack as she stabs him in the leg with her newly procured knife. He drops his sword as he cries out in pain. She catches the falling sword. She pulls the knife from the human’s leg and slashes the other’s throat. Blood shoots from his throat while she stabs the man with his own sword. She pushes him over. Both fall dead. The dwarf reaches for his axe. Blade stabs down with the knife and catches the dwarf in the hand. She buries it deep in the ground. She reaches down and grabs his axe.

“Call your bitch off of me.” The dwarf cries out. He tries to pull the blade from his hand but she buried it to deep. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

“Blade?” Lord Roderick calmly asks.

“You said I got to kill all of them.” She stares down at the head of the axe.

“Well,” Lord Roderick leans down to meet the eyes of the dwarf. “I tried, but I did tell her she can kill all of you. Sorry.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“Wait-” he holds his hand up to block the axe but Blade swings it too hard. The edge smashes through his arm and severs his head. She lets go of the shaft. She looks up at Lord Roderick and spots her knives in his arms.

“You cleaned off my knives.” She steps over the dead bodies. “Thank you,” she kisses Lord Roderick’s cheek as she takes them from him. She lifts her cloak to buckle them back on.

“If only we had time.” Lord Roderick admires her body in the form fitting leather leggings and tunic.

“Maybe when we get to Kenna’s,” Blade bats her eyes at him.

“All the more reason to make haste,” He holds his arm out to escort her back to the steam carriage. He helps her back into her seat.

“I’m more than capable of getting in myself.” Blade accepts his help.

“It is not a matter of ability, it is a matter of respect and shall I say it.” He squeezes her hand as he smiles at her. “Love.”

“Love?” She blushes a little. “I thought this was just about fun.”

“What’s not fun about love?”

*

Kenna grabs a pot from the cupboard and returns to her table. She stands in the kitchen of her little cottage in Delville. A table stands in the center with multiple pots on it. The lids riddle the top of the tiny table. She takes the lid off the current one in her hand. She sits it on the table top and crosses to the pot in the fire pit.

She dips her hand in the bowl and pulls it out. She sprinkles a black powder into the cauldron cooking over the fire. She wipes her hand on her skirt and turns back to the table. She sits the pot on the table. She looks around the room and spots her backpack by the door. She smiles as she walks to the door. She grabs her bag and throws it over her shoulder as she steps outside.

Kenna shades her eyes with her hand. She smiles looking into the clear blue sky. Delville sits close enough to the Waters, a salty breeze fills the air. She takes a deep breath and heads north on the road that splits Delville.

The dust blows around when she gets out of town. Small hills surround Delville with flat lands all the way around the hills, with a few smaller hills scattered throughout the flat lands. Her travels take her to one of the smaller cluster of mountains.

She climbs to the top of the hill only to meet a sentry when she gets there. “Where are you going?” He holds out his spear off to his side, enough to block her path.

“Come on Chester. You know where I’m going.” She laughs.

“Not today,” he holds firm.

“Everyone knows I have free rein, no matter what.” A smile spreads across her face.

“I’m sorry Kenna, but the mayor is sick.” His hand trembles on the spear as he tries to hold his pose.

“So?”

“He doesn’t want to be disturbed while he’s sleeping.”

“So he put you in charge of informing him?” She pushes pass his spear. It smacks him softly in the face.

“But-”

“Are you going to stop me?” She walks off without waiting for a reply. She walks down the road to her favorite testing site. She walks pass several suitable spots to test her latest creation but only one will do for what she plans for the day.

She reaches her hill before the sun makes it to midday. She walks off the road and around the other side of the hill. Birds tweet in a few trees nearby. She smiles at them. “You should fly along my dears.” She calls out to the birds. She steps inside a small cave at the base of the hill.

It angles downward. She disappears in the darkness. Moments later she reappears without her backpack. She moves a little faster but not running. She walks under the tree with the birds and shakes the tree as she goes by. The birds fly off. “You’ll thank me later.” She keeps her pace. She hides behind a dip in the ground. She giggles as she raises her head so she can see.

*

“You’re telling me you’ve never met your alchemist?”

“That is exactly what I am telling you my dear.”
“Then how do you employ her?”

“We have a mutual acquaintance.”

“So how will we know where to find her?”

“I was assured I would be able to find her as soon as I got to Delville.” They come out of the trees and onto a grassy plain. “See that big cluster of hills over there?” He points into the distance. Blade follows with her eyes.

“Yes.”

“Inside them is Delville. They use the natural barrier of the hills as walls.”

“It doesn’t offer much from protection.”

“Not from an army but it works against bandit raids.”

The explosion erupts in front of them. Dirt and stones rain down. Lord Roderick slams the break handle forward. He throws himself over Blade and covers them with his cape. Rocks pummel his arm but he doesn’t wince in pain. “What the fuck was that?” Blade yells over the chaos around them.

“I think we found Kenna,” Lord Roderick laughs. He sits up and surveys the area around him. Only dust remains in the air. Lord Roderick sees someone dancing through the thick dust. His ears still ring but the laughter breaks through. He pulls on the hand break and eases the steam carriage forward. She twirls around with her arms spread wide while keeping her face from them.

“It didn’t take as much as I thought.” They hear the woman laugh. “How remarkable,” she turns at the sound of the approaching steam engine. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think it would be…” she trails off. “Oh, why hello there.” She smiles at the two new comers. “Haven’t seen you here before. I’m Kenna.” She waives at them.

“I am Lord Roderick and this lovely woman is Sheriff Blade.” Lord Roderick introduces them to his alchemist. He looks down at her from the driver’s seat. She stars back at him through thick goggles. Her eyes blink at him together, but separately. Her face plastered with dirt. Chunks of mud cling to the long strands of her hair. 

“Lord Roderick, you’re just in time to witness my creation.” Her smile grows larger.

“What creation?”

“What you saw. Wasn’t it amazing?” She turns to look again.

“Wasn’t there a-”

“Hill there?” She interrupts Blade. “Yes there ‘was’ a hill there.”

“What happened to it?” Lord Roderick keeps his eyes where the hill used to be, a deep crater now in its place.

“I blew it up.”

“You blew it up?” Lord Roderick gets down from the steam carriage. He wipes the dirt off his clothes but never takes his eyes off the crater. “With what?” He reaches his hand up to help Blade down but she jumps instead. Lord Roderick keeps his hand in the air not realizing she already got down on her own.

“My creation,” she smiles at him. “By the way, she’s standing next to you,” he looks at his hand in the air and shakes his head. He looks to his other side and finds Blade standing next to him.

“What is this creation?” He walks forward with his mouth wide open. Blade passes him and pushes his mouth shut.

“I’m sure she’ll tell us when she’s ready.” She kneels next to the crater. She puts her hand in dirt and mud.

“I will, but only back at my lab.”

“Of course,” Lord Roderick shakes his head as he climbs back on the steam carriage. “Would you like a ride?”

“How long?”

“It should only take a few minutes from here.”

“No, how long before they get here?”

“I do not know. They could already be here.”

“Then yes, I’ll have a ride.” She climbs up on the seat behind him. “Sheriff Blade. Are you coming?”

­­­­Blade stands up. She claps her hands together. Dirt and dust fly in the air. She turns and jogs back to the steam carriage. She jumps up on the seat next to Kenna. “Let’s go,” she looks at the pit one more time.

“Excuse me,” Lord Roderick reaches his hand between Kenna’s legs.

“Excuse you?” Kenna smacks him in the back of the head.

“The lever,” Lord Roderick holds both of his hands out.

“Oh,” Kenna turns her attention back to the road. “Well say that next time.” She puts her hands in her lap. She pulls up a little, exposing the lever under her dress.

“Yeah, say that next time or she’ll get you good again.” Blade laughs.

“I will,” he rolls his eyes. He grabs the lever and pushes it. The steam carriage rolls to life. He grabs the t-bar with both hands as the wheels bounce down the dirt road.

Within moments they reach the hill surrounding Delville. The road smoothes out as the steam carriage climbs. “Halt,” the guard holds out his hand palm out.

“It’s going to take a little longer than that.” Lord Roderick applies the brake. “The lever,” he nods to Kenna. She pulls on it and the steam carriage crawls to a halt. “What is the meaning of this?” Lord Roderick spins in his chair. “We have important business at hand.” His steely gaze fixes on the young guard.

“Well,” the guard looks away, his spear shaking in his hands.

“Come on, out with it.” Lord Roderick’s voice booms.

“The Mayor wants to see her.” He points a shaky finger at Kenna.

“Point that thing someplace else.” Kenna laughs. “Why does the old flea bag want to see me for?”

“You woke him up with that, that…that stunt.” He raises his voice.

“Watch what tone you take with me Chester, or I’ll knock you a good one.” She holds up her fist.
“I’m sorry,” he looks down at the ground, his toes digging into the dirt. “I’m just following orders.”

“Where is he?”

“He’s in his mansion.”

“Good. Lord Roderick will you take a left when you get into town?”

“But that takes you the long way around?” Chester shouts.

“And away from the Mayor’s mansion.” She reaches down between her legs and pushes the lever forward. “Lord Roderick, if you will,” she points at the brake.

“Of course,” Lord Roderick smiles. He releases the brake and the steam carriage races down the hill into town. The wheels bounce on the road. They gain more speed as the hill gets steeper.

“Roderick?” Blade yells. She looks over at Lord Roderick. He looks over at her and smiles. Her shoulders sag just a little and she turns back to face the road.

“Lever,” Lord Roderick reaches between Kenna’s legs again. He pulls it back some. The steam carriage slows just a little. Lord Roderick pushes a pedal with his left foot. Blade hears hinges release behind them. They lurch on impact.

“What the fuck was that?” Blade leans forward to look pass Kenna.

“My own,” he smiles at Kenna. “Creation,” he lets out a booming laugh as he turns the t-bar to the left. He looks back at the road and slams the brake lever forward. They slide to a halt. Lord Roderick holds out his arm. Kenna leans just a little but nothing else.

“No need for safety with me.” Kenna giggles.

“Get out of our way.” He calls down to the men standing in front of him.

“Bill.”

“Who’s Bill?” Blade looks at Kenna.

“The Mayor.”

“Mayor Doomazbul?” Lord Roderick questions.

“That’s the one, good old Mayor Dumbass Bill.”

“You know that’s not my name.” Lord Roderick watches a short little man come out of an ally way. His white hair cut short around his bald scalp.

“Well, you’re a dumbass so…” She mumbles to herself.

“What was that?” Mayor Doomazbul asks.

“You’re the Mayor.” She speaks up.

“That’s right,” he straightens his back a little. He wears faded red silk clothing and a black cloth cloak. “I’m the mayor and you tried to outsmart me and failed.” His pushes his wire glasses up his nose. His thin lip smile stretches across his face.

“Wrong,” his smile fades. “Move please,” Kenna looks over at Blade.

“Of course,” Blade stands up on her seat.

“Thank you,” Kenna hops down. The dust on the road puffs around her feet. She lifts her skirt out of the dusty road and storms over to the little mayor. “I went this way because I knew you’d be watching for me. I knew that you would have your guards posted any direction I tried to take to my home.” Her magnified eyes blink at him.

“Then why come this way?” He steps back. His lip quivers.

“It rained two days ago.” She looks down at his leather boots. Dried and not so dried mud sticks to his boots and leggings.

“Disgusting,” he lifts one of his feet. “I should have you-”

“Silence Bill,” Kenna pushes her finger in his face. She looks up in the air. A few birds fly overhead. She looks back at Blade and Lord Roderick. “They’ll be here in a few days.” She hustles back to the steam carriage. Blade helps her onto the seat next to her. “It’s time to leave now. Run them over if you have to.” She sits down and folds her dress into her lap.

“Very well,” Lord Roderick stretches his arm out for the accelerator lever.

“Not so fast,” Blade grabs his wrist. Lord Roderick looks at her. She reaches her hand between his legs. “I prefer to handle my own shafts. She squeezes him and pulls on the lever. They roll forward.

“What are you doing?” The mayor runs to catch up to them. His men jump out of the way.

“I have only a few days to get ready. Goodbye Bill.”

“It’s Doomazbull,” he yells into the dust as they speed off. Kenna lifts her arm in the air. Her middle finger extended.

The Books of Azric: War, Volume 3 Chapter 1

Here is the first rough draft of Chapter 1 in the next volume of The Books of Azric. Remember the fifth and sixth words of the first sentence I just wrote before this one. ROUGH DRAFT! I don't want anyone talking about any errors or anything like that. If you do, well everyone will know you're a meany head and nobody will talk to you anymore. Probably not true but remember, I don't have to share this with you until the whole book is finished. Here it is, Chapter 1

His heartbeat intensifies with the pounding on the gate. The wood from the gate splinters and his heart calms. Arrows fly from above down into the portal courtyard. “Get the ladders.” One of Bricker’s guards yells. Bricker watches orcs climb to the top of the walls.

“Get ready,” Bricker sets his feet. The gate bursts open and the Liz-Orc Army floods through the dismantled gate. “Charge,” Bricker points his sword and races into battle. His men follow him with eager anticipation for the slaughter to come.

Orcs grab the portal guards on the top of the wall and throw them off. They hit the ground with cries of pain. Swords clash together as the portal guards and the Liz-Orc Army collide in the main courtyard of Portal Town.

General Kadlik comes through the portal with Narl behind him. “Let’s do this shall we?” Kadlik hisses. Narl only gives him a nod. He pulls out his large battle axe with a large ball on the top he uses for smashing his opponents. The sleek design makes it lighter than normal, giving him speed and the smashing ability of his strength. He whips it around his head a time or two before rushing off into battle. Narl smashes into a group of portal guards and a few lizrac.

“Die scum,” Narl brings his axe over his head into the head of one of the guards. His head splits in half. Blood and brains splatters on the other guards and himself driving his rage even more.

He catches a sword coming down at him with the piece of metal wrapped around the haft of his battle axe. He slams the heavy blunt ball into the man’s face, sending him off his feet into a bloody pile on the ground. “Kill something already,” he yells at the lizrac, including General Kadlik, who still stands in front of the portal.

Kadlik watches Narl race off to another group of guards. He slaughters that group as well. “There’s no art in what he does,” Kadlik walks away from the portal. He gets to the busted gate and looks around as the battle unfolds in front of him. He sees the outnumbered portal guards holding their ground against his overwhelming force. Even now, more of his army dashes out of the portals.

He sees Bricker and some young looking male next to him. He walks towards them without hurry. A guard races up to him but Kadlik catches him by the throat. He squeezes until he hears the distinct sound of bone breaking and feels the struggling portal guard fall limp in his hand. He tosses him to the side. The guard slams to the ground motionless.

Kadlik turns his attention back to the commanding officer. Bricker stands with his back to the main gates. He catches a slashing fist of an attacking lizrac and takes it off at the elbow. The attacking lizrac howls in pain as he grabs his bloody stump.

Harkins comes in and finishes it off before he can grab another weapon. Bricker and Harkins work well together for never fighting with each other before. They move as one, letting their blades dance and sing in the music that can only be called combat.

“Stand your ground,” Captain Bricker calls to his men. “Form a line. Don’t let any of them behind you.” His men take action and form a line two men deep. Shields in the front and spears in the back, both armed with swords, ready for close quarters.

The battle axes and war hammers of the orcs crash into the shields. The lizrac attempt to jump over the line but get caught by the spears in the air, most of them die before they hit the ground. The force of the attack pushes the portal guards back against the walls.

“Push back,” Bricker commands. On cue, his men push back against the attack of the Liz-Orc Army. They push them back towards the busted gate that used to enclose the portal to Realm 5. “Keep it up,” Bricker calls as his men bash them with shields again, driving them back at spear point.

“Berserkers,” General Kadlik yells from some place beyond Captain Bricker’s field of vision. Bricker looks around to try and find the berserkers he calls forth. It takes his attention away from the battle he conducts long enough for Narl to launch a counter attack and flank the left side of his line with the full force of the Liz-Orc Army.

The sound of metal on metal catches his attention. He turns his attention to the left side and sees a large orc coming at him with a large, sleek looking battle axe. He readies his sword and body to accept a massive swing from the weapon.

“Die,” ­­­Narl yells as he brings his weapon down. Bricker deflects the attack letting the axe fall harmlessly to the ground to his left. He balls up his hand and strikes the giant orc in the face as hard as his human body allows.

Narl takes a step from the force of the punch. The right hook catches him off guard. Bricker keeps on the offensive and slashes at him again but the orc moves faster than he anticipates.

“It’s time for Narl to crush you,” Narl yells.

“Is that the name of the magnificent weapon you wield?”

“Don’t be stupid, I am Narl,” he takes a moment to pound his chest with his fist.

“Good, I was hoping you didn’t name such a wonderful work of craftsmanship a stupid name like, Narl.” Bricker attacks with a quick swipe from his sword. Narl dodges the attack but gets met with just as fast of a left hook to the face. Again, Narl takes a few steps back, not expecting such strength from a human.

“You’re strong for a human.”

“You’re fast for an orc.” Narl laughs at this, giving Bricker a chuckle as well before he strikes again. “But not fast enough,” Bricker attacks with blinding speed. He attacks with a left thrust of his sword, and then brings down a hard slash. Narl expects another punch. At the last moment he catches Bricker’s sword with the head of his battle axe but gives up his footing. Bricker steps behind him giving him a shove with his sword and his body.

Narl falls to the ground hard. He looks up and dodges a stab that sticks in the ground. Narl rolls back over and breaks Bricker’s blade. Bricker rolls away from the attack still hanging on to his shattered sword.

“Not so funny now, huh?” Narl swings with his battle axe. Bricker rolls away again, this time he comes up on his knees. He throws the stump of his sword and it sinks into Narl’s left leg. Narl growls in pain. He pulls the sword from his leg. He throws it back at Bricker who dodges it. Narl charges him and knocks him to the ground. “Get up you swine.”

“Swine? Who are you calling a swine, Pig Face?”

“Pig Face? Pig Face? I’m going to crush your fucking throat.” Narl reaches a massive paw of a hand down and wraps his hand around his throat. He picks Bricker up off the ground with ease. He holds him out and up away from his body. A bright shimmering blade flashes in front of his face. Bricker falls to the ground, gasping for air as he pulls the hand away from his throat.

Narl looks to his right, where the attack came from, and sees a young man standing next to him. Their eyes lock, “hands off,” the man tells him with a smile.

Narl looks down at his amputated arm lying on the ground in front of him. He looks back to the young man and grabs him with his left arm. He brings him in to his face. “That hurt,” he yells. He spins once and throws the man over the line.

“No,” Bricker yells.

“What’s the matter with you?”

“I never liked you,” Bricker jumps off the ground and flips over Narl’s head. He catches the throat of Narl and pulls him down with him as he lands on one knee. The back of Narl’s neck lands on Bricker’s shoulder, snapping the big orc’s neck.

Bricker stands up from the ground, letting the lifeless body of the dead orc fall to the ground. Bricker looks around just as the first berserker hits the line.

His men fly through the air with a burst from a beast unfamiliar to him. “Oh Fu-” Bricker looks at the size of it. In his time as a fighter, he fought every race and beast he could find in Azric but never against a beast of such magnitude. A massive lizracian berserker stands before him. Instead of some of the human traits the lizrac have, this monstrosity of a lizrac seems more lizard like. But this lizrac makes an orc look small. Its massive arm looks almost twice the size of Bricker’s head.

Bricker looks around for a weapon and Narl’s battle axe catches his eye just in front of him. He rushes to it and grabs the axe. He lifts it, expecting it to be heavy but it feels no heavier than any other battle axe or even a spear he used in the past. He spins it a few times to get a feel for it.

The berserker sees him and charges. Bricker slides under a swinging arm. He whips the axe around his head and catches the berserker in the knee, taking the lower half of its leg off. It falls to the ground. He stands up and this time he charges it. It moves out of the way as he brings down his new battle axe. It turns and stands on its only leg and uses its tail for balance. It swats at him again and he jumps back but quickly counters. He chops down at the arm and takes it off just above the elbow. The loss of the limb throws the berserker off balance. It spins, pointing its back to Bricker. He takes two steps before he jumps. He lands on the tail of the beast and jumps again. He brings the battle axe down as hard as he can. The extra weight of the ball at the end gives it a force he would be able to muster on his own. He splits the skull open but the blade cuts down through its chest cavity, each half falling either direction until the weight of them causes the rest of the berserker to falls. He pulls the axe from the corpse of the lizrac. He looks at the weapon again and smiles. “You were lethal in the hands of Narl, but you will sing in mine.”

Bricker stands up and scans the battlefield looking for Harkins. He sees General Kadlik instead. “Shit, I need to find him before he does.” Bricker rushes pass his men. “Keep the line at all costs.”

He finds Harkins soon after he enters the wrong side of the fight. He dodges several attacks before he unleashes the fury of his newly acquired battle axe. Each one of his blows connects with some body part of an orc or a lizrac, sometimes both.

The ball on the top crushes skulls, while the blade slices through flesh and bone with ease. He clears a path before him. Blood flies every which way as dead bodies fall in the wake of his battle axe.

“Stop,” General Kadlik’s voice booms with a sickening hiss. Everyone freezes at the sound of the voice. Bricker stays ready and looks around at the orcs and lizracs. They clear a path for Bricker; General Kadlik kneels at the end of it, Harkins’ throat in his claws. “Captain Bricker is it?”

“Let him go,” Bricker demands.

“Why?” General Kadlik smiles.

“Look, let him go and we’ll give you Portal Town. Let the rest of live and we will leave through those gates.” He points to the gates leaving Portal Town.

“Interesting offer.” Kadlik taps his teeth with a claw. “How about this? I’ll let you and the rest of your men leave and I still get to kill this one.” Kadlik laughs as he squeezes Harkins’ throat.

“Stop,” Captain Bricker yells again.

“Or what?”

“I’ll kill you,” Bricker growls.  

“I’d like to see you try.” Kadlik tightens his grip even more.

“No,” Bricker yells.

“Too late,” General Kadlik reaches down with his other hand and pulls with all his strength. Harkins screams in pain as Kadlik rips his head from his shoulders, slowly. The blood shoots from his throat as his throat tears open.

Bricker charges but several arms pull him back. “Retreat,” Sergeant Ariks yells. Ariks and several other guards drag him back through the opening in the Liz-Orc Army.

“Let them go,” Kadlik laughs, holding a Harkins’ head by the hair. Blood drips from the jagged skin of his neck.

“I’ll kill you, you fuck.” Bricker screams while his men drag him out of Portal Town. General Kadlik laughs at the flailing man. His guards pull him out. He kicks and pulls against his men. “You’re dead. You hear that?” I’m going to fucking kill you,” spittle comes from his mouth. The gates shut behind him.

“Get to the trees,” Ariks yells. They drag him all the way into the trees. His men split up to either side of the main road to attack any reinforcements there could be. “Build fires and send some men hunting. We’ll need food.” Sergeant Ariks orders.

“We need to take back Portal Town,” Captain Bricker yells at him.

“No sir, we need to let our men rest. We need to regroup and think about our attack.” Ariks gets in his face. “Be smart about this. Don’t run in there thinking you’re going to kill all of them by yourself.”

“But I-” Bricker slumps to the ground. “They died because of me.” Ariks storms over to him. He grabs Captain Bricker by his tunic and lifts him to meet his face.

“Get a hold of yourself,” he slaps him. “These men need you to lead them.” He lets him go. Bricker looks at him with anger in his eyes.

“Post sentries all around us. Also send a few men to gather water. We’ll rest for the night and then tomorrow we build the trebuchets.”

“Incoming,” a sentry overlooking Portal Town yells. They look through the trees.

“I can’t believe it,” Ariks rushes closer to the trees. “They’re throwing the dead over the walls with catapults. They brought catapults from Realm 5.”

“We wait a little longer for the sun to set and then we retrieve our men then.” Bricker walks up behind Ariks. “Rest for now. It’s going to be a long night.”

“What’s the range?” Ariks asks.

“It looks like two hundred meters from the wall,” the sentry reports. Bricker looks up at the sky.

“Less than hour before we move,” Bricker walks away.

“After we get them?”

“We need to find out who all died.” Bricker sits down on a log by a fire. “And then bury them.”

“You heard the Captain. Get some rest we move again soon.” They hear a scream coming from the other side of the wall.

“We left wounded,” Bricker rushes to the trees. Several more bodies fry over the walls, then the screams come. They land in the same area as the dead bodies, silencing the screams of their fellow guards. Dust flies as they land. The echoing laughter of the Liz-Orc Army fills their ears.

“Did they all die?”

“Help me,” they hear this time.

“Ones alive,” Bricker pushes pass Ariks, but Ariks pulls him back.

“I think they’re baiting us sir.”

“Then it worked because I won’t leave a wounded man out there.”

“But sir?”

“You heard me. Even if I have to go by myself, I won’t let them suffer on their own.”

“You won’t be.” One of his guards steps up. “I’ll go.”

“So will I,” another says.

“Me too.”

“Well Sergeant Ariks?”

“I can’t let you have all the fun now can I?”

“Good,” Bricker walks back to the log and takes off his sword belt and removes his cloak. “If we’re going, we’re going fast and light. We need to get in there and get out.” He walks back over to the group of men. “We find the bodies but we also need eyes in the sky.”

“And a diversion.”

“What did you have in mind Sergeant?”

“Archers at the gate with flaming arrows. If we can start the gate on fire they’ll have to focus on putting that out.”

“You take some archers and keep them off of us.”

“Wait for the first arrow to fly and they won’t even know you’re there.”

“See you back here.” They clasp forearms and head off in different directions. Captain Bricker watches Sergeant Ariks grab a few archers and a torch before heading toward the gate. “Get ready. We move in silence.”

The sun sets in the distance giving a faint glow to the field in front of them. Portal Town fades in the distance a clouds move in front of the setting sun. “We should go now sir.”

“We wait for the arrows and no sooner.”

“Sir,” the guard gets back in line. Bricker keeps his eyes on Ariks. The torch moves closer to the gate.

“Attackers,” the voice comes from above the gate in Portal Town. Bricker sees the torch move left and right to light the arrows. More flame comes from the darkness and then into the night sky. The arrows land just short of the gate.

“Let’s go,” Bricker signals his men to follow. They quietly make their way to the wounded soldiers.

“Help me,” the cries get louder as they get closer.

“Keep calling,” Captain Bricker whispers.

“They’re going for the wounded,” Bricker hears.

“Eyes to the sky.”

“Incoming,” one of his spotters yells. Several stones fly over the walls.

“Watch where they go,” he calls out. “Try and get the wounded out of the way.” The first stone hits and misses everyone. “Move,” Bricker yells to a group on his right. The stone smashes into the first man, crushing his skull. The stone then bounces and hits another man in the chest. Both lie dead in the cold night air. The rest of the stones miss the rest of his men, alive or wounded.

Bricker looks over at Ariks and sees the fire arrows flying at the gate. The army inside tries to hit them with arrows of their own, but they only posses short bows. “It’s actually a lousy design considering we used to defend it.”

“What’s that Sergeant?” A bowman asks as he launches another arrow at the gate.

“Well, we have a wooden gate but it’s inside a gate house with no way of pouring water on it.” Sergeant Ariks laughs as the gate opens. “Alright boys, here they come. Fall back.”

“What about Captain Bricker?”

“He’s going to need to run, just like us. We didn’t plan for an assault like this. Now move,” he orders.

“They’re running,” a big orc yells with laughter in his voice. “Like little cowards.” The arrow slams into his skull.

“I’m not a coward,” one of the bowmen says. “I’ll take you all on.” He loads another arrow and shoots it. He connects with another orc.

“No,” Ariks yells as he looks back. He digs his heels in the ground and turns back. The other bowmen with him turn and shoot. “Stupid boy, get back here.”

“I’ll hold them back.”

“Not alone you won’t.” Ariks stands next to him with his battle axe. “Don’t look at me like that. You’re right; we give them as much time as possible. So let’s kill every last one of these fuckers, what do you say?”

“I say let’s do it.” He launches arrows faster and faster with each pull.

“Come on,” Ariks yells holding his battle axe.

“Brace yourself boys, it’s a dwarfling,” a lizrac yells. The lizrac jumps in the air for an aerial attack. He some down ready to strike the dwarf but a shield slams into right before he strikes. Guards with shields stand at the ready in a line in front of Ariks. The Liz-Orc Army slams into them. Spears come from above slamming into the orcs and lizrac.

“Fire,” Ariks looks behind him but doesn’t see anything, but instead, hears the whistle of arrows flying by his head. The first line of attackers crumbles to the ground, but more follow them. They meet the same fate as the others.

“Shoot at the back of them,” Ariks yells. The arrows fly over his head this time and into the back rows of the army pouring out of the gate. They shoot again and again, effectively cutting off reinforcements.

“Turn the catapults,” Ariks hears a relay of calls coming from a lizrac.

“Damn it,” Ariks looks towards Bricker. “What’s taking so long over there?” The sun fell before the gates opened so he can no longer see the rescue party.

His attention returns back to his own battle as the Liz-Orc Army pushes back on the shields protecting him. The army remains stronger than his band of guards. His men give a little ground so they won’t get overrun if one of them falls. The Liz-Orc army advances from the castle once again, giving them even more of a push and the numbers to out flank them.

“Incoming,” a guard in the back yells. Ariks looks up but he doesn’t have to move. The Liz-Orc Army pushed them out of range of the catapults. The stones slam into the Liz-Orc Army with bone shattering force. The sound of death fills the night as another set of stones comes crashing down. The army runs back toward Portal Town.

“Fall back,” Ariks yells. “And fire some arrows at them. The more we take out now, the less we have to fight later.” He hears the whistling of the arrows overhead. Most of them find their marks but several still hit the ground.”I just hope he made it back without losing anymore men.” Ariks tells himself as he looks over in the darkened field, hoping to see something.

“Get get more fires going, and boil some water.” He hears from the trees.

“Hurry up,” he calls to his men. “We have wounded to take care of.” He rushes into the trees to help.

He comes into the light of the fires hoping to see Bricker. He looks around but doesn’t see him anywhere. “Have you seen Captain Bricker?” He grabs the arm of a passing guard.

“Last I saw him, he was over there,” he points farther into the trees. Ariks hustles pass the wounded and on to the next group of fires. He still doesn’t see Bricker anywhere. He keeps looking and asking but everyone continues to point deeper in the forest.

Sergeant Ariks comes to the last fire before total darkness. Only one man sits in front of the fire. Ariks steps into the light but Captain Bricker stares into the fire. The flames dance in front of his face but he still doesn’t blink.

“Captain,” Ariks steps closer. “Is everything alright?”

“I couldn’t find him. I looked everywhere and I couldn’t find him.” Bricker stares into the fire.

“Find who sir?”

“Harkins. I looked at every dead body out there and I couldn’t find him at all. They still have him behind those walls.”

“I’m sorry sir, I don’t understand,” Ariks sits down on a stump across the fire from Bricker. “Why would they do that?”

“General Kadlik is trying to get into my head.”

“By keeping a boy you were training?”

“It’s more than that. It’s hard to explain about Harkins.” Bricker says without any emotion in his voice.

“Why?”

“You’ll think I’m crazy.”

“It’s just me and you here sir. There’s nothing you will say that will change my opinion of you.”

“There’s stuff you won’t understand.”

“Who was Harkins to you sir?” Ariks looks at Captain Bricker over the fire. Bricker looks up for the first time with tears rolling down his face.

“He was my son

The Books of Azric: The Beginning, Vol 1 giveaway

With the release of my second novel The Books of Azric: Truth, Vol 2 (Click here if you already read the first one.) I decided to give away my first novel on kindle in a sweepstakes on Amazon. (Click here) All you need to do is follow me on Amazon and you're automatically entered for your chance to win it. There are 25 prizes in all. If you're one of the lucky winners, don't forget to leave a review if you like it. (If you already read it leave one as well if you haven't already.) Best of luck to you and I hope you win.

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Darksto burns to the ground while Zane and Colt lead its inhabitants to the safety of Lake Town. Sara, Zane's lover and a powerful healer, helps him learn about who he is. Meanwhile, in Realm 5, the beautiful, yet deadly, Sheriff Blade blocks King Brighton's path to safety and the beginning of his revolution of Azric. Lord Roderick keeps a feeble grip on the Crime Lords of Bravail while the Master keeps a tight hold on King Elkin. But nothing will prepare them for what comes next. The truth.

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"The cast of characters that author B.M. Griffin created in this book is amazing ... you are not sure who is really the good guy and who is the bad guy. The author engages all your senses. This is a great story, with definitely lots of violence. It's bounty hunting and crimes and sheriffs." - Readers'Favorite

If you enjoy reading about violence and sex, this is the book for you. 

With a 4.7 star rating on Amazon you can't go wrong. Don't believe me, here's one of my readers.

If you’re looking for a story to give you a break from drama filled love stories, and wish to read about Castles, realms, a sheriff, and bounty hunters on a journey, this is the book for you! Griffin has smartly written characters within a creative setting. In and out of the taverns and brothels there is a lot of action. Sword fights, bows and arrows, and clever dialogue.

In between the ale drinking there was tea drinking (hee-hee, I kept picturing these manly men with weapons hanging from their belts, sipping on dainty tea cups). Of course, a character would get angry and the tea cup would be thrown into a wall, once again confirming the manly men part.

Uh, lol, there are some, uh, graphic parts that take you by surprise. Some… dismemberments to put it, uh, lightly. But there are some not so violent, plot surprises also, that have you ready for the next book in the series.

Why I Haven't Been Posting

Ok, I think it’s time for a bit of an update on why I haven’t been posting much of anything. Back in February of 2016 I went on disability due to dizziness and migraines. It started off slowly with an episode once a month or so but it became worse as time went on. Finally I could no longer do my daily job and had to go on disability. I was unsafe driving, it felt like I was drunk but without all the fun. I live in a small town and live forty miles from my job in the most dangerous state to drive in the U.S., Montana. So the fact that I can’t drive makes it hard to do anything.  I could manage sitting in front of a computer for about an hour maximum, usually way less than that, before I’d get a raging migraine.

The next several months I spent in and out of hospitals and doctor visits. Test after test and even an MRI (by the way, I think I know where dubstep came from, if you’ve had an MRI you’ll know what I’m talking about.). I felt like an alien ship came out of space and abducted me and they wanted to run experiments on me. I went through several hours of physical therapy, trying to determine what makes me dizzy. Nobody had an answer for me. I was told, ‘Dude, you’re fucked in the head and we don’t know why.’ Granted, they didn’t tell it to me quite like that but that’s what I took from it. I even had one doctor say “fascinating” maybe for them but that’s not how I feel. Hell, I could have been on an episode of House…other than I’m not dying but it feels like I am some days. Through all of this I was put into classifications that only some of my symptoms fit into. This made things worse because I was given medications that helped one and intensified the other.

After almost six months I was finally diagnosed with some kind of inner ear disease, but they weren’t sure which one because they can’t really run tests. They told me the disease caused vestibular migraines. Sounds fun, right? Wrong. I’m constantly dizzy with a fun upswing of dizziness that I have no clue when it’s going to hit me or for how long. I can feel people walking by me through the floor, kind of like in an old house, but I get the same feeling on concrete too. A car can go by or someone opens a door and changes the pressure in the room I’m in. These are just a few examples on what can make me dizzy for hours before I’m capable of functioning normally again. Heat kills me, and I was miserable all summer long. All of this is just the dizziness, the migraines were just as complicated.

The first medication I was given for my migraines got rid of them almost instantly. However, it felt like I had pins and needles in my hands and feet. Like lying on your arm too long and that feeling of numbness taking over but this was constant. I felt like a zombie shuffling through my house and the dizziness was taken to another level. A month or so went by before I realized what was going on and I hadn’t done anything. I don’t remember much from that time frame either. Thankfully my neurologist put me on a new prescription. I still get the migraines, just not as frequent. I’m able to sit in front of a computer now for longer periods of time but not to the capacity I need but we’re getting there.

My first physical therapist retired so I ended up with another one and we had to go through a lot of the same things again but now with a diagnosis we’re moving in the right direction. Recently I was told we are going to reprogram my brain to handle the dizziness (the Matrix popped in my head with images of tubes and wires running in and out of my head) because it isn’t going to go away. The doctors are saying I will have to deal with this for the rest of my life. “Well, why don’t you take a motion pill that helps with dizziness?” Asks everyone and their dog and cat. I’ve taken several and they help take a slight edge off but never helps the upswings. It’s like scratching a mosquito bite, it feels good for a moment but it comes back worse.

Anyway, how has this affected my writing? Well for starters, like I said before, I can’t sit in front of a computer for too long without getting a migraine. When I’m super dizzy I can’t think straight so it makes it hard to write. Let’s put it this way, in the beginning of 2016 I had, at max, about ten chapters left to write. I don’t write like George R.R. Martin either, before this, ten chapters would have taken me at most about ten weeks. However, I didn’t finish writing it until late August. My medical issues have added on an additional six months to the writing process. I was hoping to have my second book published by now but nooooo my head gave me the finger and said “suck it fool.”

Good news though, I have finished writing The Books of Azric: Truth, Volume 2. For those of you thinking, why not the middle, it could only be called the middle if I only had a trilogy going with this. But my characters added on a few more books because of what they decided to do in their past, present and future. I’m currently in the editing phase, wow, I actually eye rolled when I typed that. If you don’t know how much I loth editing, you can find out about it here.

I’m slowly getting better as time passes. I try and write once a day, even if it’s only for an hour but it’s still something. I’ve started writing a new story that has nothing to do with The Books of Azric, that I know of anyway, my stories tend to write themselves. It’s moving along slowly. If I push myself too hard I’m down for one to three days, unable to do much of anything. But that’s where I am and why I haven’t posted much of anything over the last year.

On a different note, I’ve grown a pretty epic beard that I’m happy with. So there’s always that.