Howdy all,
Now
as promised when I found out I would send this out, Strange Tales of
the Scriptorian Vaults has gone live to buy in paperback so if you want
to buy it from amazon the US Canadian and UK links are below and the
ISBN below that. Mine is on it's way.
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Strange-Tales-Scriptorian-Vaults-Robert/dp/1909374016/ref=tmm_pap_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1359472356&sr=8-1
http://www.amazon.ca/Strange-Tales-Scriptorian-Vaults-Robert/dp/1909374016/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1359472660&sr=8-2
http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=Strange+Tales+from+the+Scriptorian+Vaults
ISBN: 1909374016 ISBN-13: 9781909374010
Tuesday 29 January 2013
Thursday 17 January 2013
New stuff
Little bit of new fiction for you all, short, sweet and new characters for my readers to enjoy. Don't have a title because I suck at titles, suggestions welcome.
Two warriors stood back-to-back surrounded by the foul minions of hell.
Dog faced, goat horned, red skinned, cloven hoofed beasts standing like men, with flaming, acid dripping blades in their hands.
Sarah Bardot creaked her neck and unsheathed her heirloom Guntō in her right hand, having transferred her sidearm into her left. Her riding jacket zipped covered her heavily tattooed torso and arms with it's Kevlar armour plates, her long silky hair held back by her Omaha Storm Chasers baseball cap.
Behind her stood Maximus Kane, tall, Scandinavian and scary as hell, a Viking sword in his right hand and a flintlock pistol in his left, his long leather duster covering the belt that held their sheaths, his homburg covering his hair.
"For the Brotherhood." He bellowed at the top of his voice and threw himself into battle, blasting a hole in one of the daemons, then whipping his sword through the neck of another, as Sarah pirouetted, bellying her ballet training during her childhood in Jerusalem, dodging the abyssal blades of two daemons, slicing the hand off of one and smashing her pistol into the maw of the second and fired blowing it's brains out.
"Well, I must say, life working with you is never dull." She said with a grin as he elbow struck another daemon, he slipped his pistol in it's holster, flipped his hand open and blew the mana dust that had come off his pistol, turning a breath into a conflagration of fire which incinerated the bodies of a dozen of the daemons. "As I said, never dull."
Kane grabbed one of the daemons and snapped it's neck before grabbing a second and running his blade across it's throat. Sarah blasted away with her pistol as she held of daemons at bay with her sword. While his blade had been in his family for twenty-five generations, she had inherited hers from her grandfather, fine for dealing with minor daemons like those they were fighting but not so good for fighting higher daemons, which was the point of the pistol loads.
"I think it's about time we made our way to the boss." Sarah said to him and he nodded, pulling his hands back behind his back, he threw them forward and the force bowled over the remaining Dog daemons in front of him, shattering all the bones in their bodies. "Well done."
He looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
"Your the wizard, I'm the muscle." She shrugged and followed him past the ruined forms of the dog daemons. "I'm sure as a daemon hunter you know what they are called."
"Hundurhelvíti." He replied, wiping his blade clean of the blood with a cloth, checking it for pitting from the daemon blood. "Islandsk for Dog of hell, pretty much literally."
"First engaged in your neck of the woods then." She said and he looked at her with a scornful look.
"I'm from Norge, which is part of the mainland, Island, is an island." He replied, using his native language names rather than the English ones, as they moved on up the stairs, further into the dwelling of the daemon lord. Further up the stairs a bat winged daemon launched itself and dropped to land on top of him, but he launched a fist sized ball of ice which exploded like a grenade the shards fragmenting and piercing the daemon's body, slicing it apart.
Sarah blasted away at the other daemons of it's genus dropped from the lintels they had been perched upon, Kane pulled a six-shooter from another holster and he blew holes in the backs of the daemons heads.
"Gods damned Altimors, I hate winged daemons." Sarah swore, slicing an arm off of one of the daemons that had survived the onslaught from her pistol.
"At least these are little ones." Kane said headbutting a daemon unconscious, and replacing his hat on his head before killing the prone daemon, as a roar came from above them, both of them looked up and he swore.
"Yeah, you spoke too soon." She shook her head, two feet with huge talons slammed into the floor, the beast had a tail longer than it's legs. It's wing span was twice the size of it's little cousins. The tail smacked Sarah and sent her flying slamming her into a wall and stunning her.
"Hey, óhroða sogskál, I'm going to tear you a new arsehole." Kane growled at the daemon lord.
"Puny little mortal man, I will rip your limbs from your torso, and make you watch as I take the woman so she will bear my mortal spawn." It returned, flapping it's wings to batter him with wind.
"Bitch please, I am no mortal and I am sure as shit not puny." Kane retorted, throwing a force ball at the daemon lord, rocking it backards.
"DAEMON HUNTER." It squealed, attacking him simultaneously with it's sword and it's tail, Kane dodged both and slammed his seax into it's tail, pinning it to the floor. Kane slammed a fireball into it's jaw rocking it backwards and tearing off a length of it's tail.
"You going to give up or are you going to make me kill your ass?" Kane asked it, it swung it's sword in reply. "Fair enough."
Kane's own sword stopped the Daemon lords and he pushed it up, he followed on, picking up the seax, using it and his sword to hamstring the beast, after ducking under the monster, it dropped to it's knees and he backhanded the wings off, before launching himself onto it's shoulders. He dropped his blades to the bottom of it's neck and dug his blades into it's flesh, tearing and shearing until it's head came off, the whole time the paralyzed daemon was screaming at the top of it's lungs.
When he was finished, Kane flicked the blood from his blades and cleaned them off, not bothering with the blood and gore on his clothing. Sarah pushed herself from the floor feeling her head for splits, then walked over to him.
"Who was it?" She said looking down at the daemon lord.
"Azazel." He replied, spitting on the remains. "Fallen Angel, daemon lord."
"You might not want to look behind you." Sarah said to him and he looked to where she was looking. His hat was destroyed and he just dropped his head and shook it. "Told you life was never dull around you."
Two warriors stood back-to-back surrounded by the foul minions of hell.
Dog faced, goat horned, red skinned, cloven hoofed beasts standing like men, with flaming, acid dripping blades in their hands.
Sarah Bardot creaked her neck and unsheathed her heirloom Guntō in her right hand, having transferred her sidearm into her left. Her riding jacket zipped covered her heavily tattooed torso and arms with it's Kevlar armour plates, her long silky hair held back by her Omaha Storm Chasers baseball cap.
Behind her stood Maximus Kane, tall, Scandinavian and scary as hell, a Viking sword in his right hand and a flintlock pistol in his left, his long leather duster covering the belt that held their sheaths, his homburg covering his hair.
"For the Brotherhood." He bellowed at the top of his voice and threw himself into battle, blasting a hole in one of the daemons, then whipping his sword through the neck of another, as Sarah pirouetted, bellying her ballet training during her childhood in Jerusalem, dodging the abyssal blades of two daemons, slicing the hand off of one and smashing her pistol into the maw of the second and fired blowing it's brains out.
"Well, I must say, life working with you is never dull." She said with a grin as he elbow struck another daemon, he slipped his pistol in it's holster, flipped his hand open and blew the mana dust that had come off his pistol, turning a breath into a conflagration of fire which incinerated the bodies of a dozen of the daemons. "As I said, never dull."
Kane grabbed one of the daemons and snapped it's neck before grabbing a second and running his blade across it's throat. Sarah blasted away with her pistol as she held of daemons at bay with her sword. While his blade had been in his family for twenty-five generations, she had inherited hers from her grandfather, fine for dealing with minor daemons like those they were fighting but not so good for fighting higher daemons, which was the point of the pistol loads.
"I think it's about time we made our way to the boss." Sarah said to him and he nodded, pulling his hands back behind his back, he threw them forward and the force bowled over the remaining Dog daemons in front of him, shattering all the bones in their bodies. "Well done."
He looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
"Your the wizard, I'm the muscle." She shrugged and followed him past the ruined forms of the dog daemons. "I'm sure as a daemon hunter you know what they are called."
"Hundurhelvíti." He replied, wiping his blade clean of the blood with a cloth, checking it for pitting from the daemon blood. "Islandsk for Dog of hell, pretty much literally."
"First engaged in your neck of the woods then." She said and he looked at her with a scornful look.
"I'm from Norge, which is part of the mainland, Island, is an island." He replied, using his native language names rather than the English ones, as they moved on up the stairs, further into the dwelling of the daemon lord. Further up the stairs a bat winged daemon launched itself and dropped to land on top of him, but he launched a fist sized ball of ice which exploded like a grenade the shards fragmenting and piercing the daemon's body, slicing it apart.
Sarah blasted away at the other daemons of it's genus dropped from the lintels they had been perched upon, Kane pulled a six-shooter from another holster and he blew holes in the backs of the daemons heads.
"Gods damned Altimors, I hate winged daemons." Sarah swore, slicing an arm off of one of the daemons that had survived the onslaught from her pistol.
"At least these are little ones." Kane said headbutting a daemon unconscious, and replacing his hat on his head before killing the prone daemon, as a roar came from above them, both of them looked up and he swore.
"Yeah, you spoke too soon." She shook her head, two feet with huge talons slammed into the floor, the beast had a tail longer than it's legs. It's wing span was twice the size of it's little cousins. The tail smacked Sarah and sent her flying slamming her into a wall and stunning her.
"Hey, óhroða sogskál, I'm going to tear you a new arsehole." Kane growled at the daemon lord.
"Puny little mortal man, I will rip your limbs from your torso, and make you watch as I take the woman so she will bear my mortal spawn." It returned, flapping it's wings to batter him with wind.
"Bitch please, I am no mortal and I am sure as shit not puny." Kane retorted, throwing a force ball at the daemon lord, rocking it backards.
"DAEMON HUNTER." It squealed, attacking him simultaneously with it's sword and it's tail, Kane dodged both and slammed his seax into it's tail, pinning it to the floor. Kane slammed a fireball into it's jaw rocking it backwards and tearing off a length of it's tail.
"You going to give up or are you going to make me kill your ass?" Kane asked it, it swung it's sword in reply. "Fair enough."
Kane's own sword stopped the Daemon lords and he pushed it up, he followed on, picking up the seax, using it and his sword to hamstring the beast, after ducking under the monster, it dropped to it's knees and he backhanded the wings off, before launching himself onto it's shoulders. He dropped his blades to the bottom of it's neck and dug his blades into it's flesh, tearing and shearing until it's head came off, the whole time the paralyzed daemon was screaming at the top of it's lungs.
When he was finished, Kane flicked the blood from his blades and cleaned them off, not bothering with the blood and gore on his clothing. Sarah pushed herself from the floor feeling her head for splits, then walked over to him.
"Who was it?" She said looking down at the daemon lord.
"Azazel." He replied, spitting on the remains. "Fallen Angel, daemon lord."
"You might not want to look behind you." Sarah said to him and he looked to where she was looking. His hat was destroyed and he just dropped his head and shook it. "Told you life was never dull around you."
Thursday 10 January 2013
Damn brain
Hope everyone who reads the blog across the world had a Merry Christmas (A Happy Hanukkah for my Jewish readers) and a Happy New Year.
I know it's been a while since I was on but I've been rather stuck on a couple of other things, mostly playing waaaayyyyy too much Star Trek Online, I know I got pissed with it two years ago, I got pissed off with SWTOR due to the weak ass shit they're bringing up right now, the fact that they haven't fixed the shit that they were told about in the Beta and other things since but never mind, since STO is free I went and played it to see what they changed and I liked it, so I've been playing it as I said, way too much.
I was fairly drunk a couple of times over the holiday period so I did get some fairly insightful writing down, it happens all the time when I drink, get's better the sloppier I get.
Problem with the writing is I'm not sure where I want to go with it right now, I've got a half dozen ideas swimming around in my brain and I want to finish Burn but I'm still waiting on people getting back to me on their thoughts on it, can't really get back into it until I've got the thoughts on it.
I'm on a bit of an urban fantasy kick right now, all I've been reading is Urban Fantasy, pretty much all of the stories I've got in my head are urban fantasy, the Sci-fi stuffs still stuck in my head.
Anyway, some time soon I hope to have something short stories written and up on the blog and hope to have news on Burn, I really want to finish it to it's final draft before the end of June, and have publishers and agents looking it over.
Jolan tru, Qapla and Live long & prosper.
I know it's been a while since I was on but I've been rather stuck on a couple of other things, mostly playing waaaayyyyy too much Star Trek Online, I know I got pissed with it two years ago, I got pissed off with SWTOR due to the weak ass shit they're bringing up right now, the fact that they haven't fixed the shit that they were told about in the Beta and other things since but never mind, since STO is free I went and played it to see what they changed and I liked it, so I've been playing it as I said, way too much.
I was fairly drunk a couple of times over the holiday period so I did get some fairly insightful writing down, it happens all the time when I drink, get's better the sloppier I get.
Problem with the writing is I'm not sure where I want to go with it right now, I've got a half dozen ideas swimming around in my brain and I want to finish Burn but I'm still waiting on people getting back to me on their thoughts on it, can't really get back into it until I've got the thoughts on it.
I'm on a bit of an urban fantasy kick right now, all I've been reading is Urban Fantasy, pretty much all of the stories I've got in my head are urban fantasy, the Sci-fi stuffs still stuck in my head.
Anyway, some time soon I hope to have something short stories written and up on the blog and hope to have news on Burn, I really want to finish it to it's final draft before the end of June, and have publishers and agents looking it over.
Jolan tru, Qapla and Live long & prosper.
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