A sorceress on Earth second try.

Trying out for a slightly different look here, also higher resolution, and some more detail for my first volume of "A Sorceress on Earth."

Children of a Dead Earth Preliminary cover

 Not entirely satisfied with it, I may try a different font. But here's a preliminary cover. 

My Patreon currently has a pre-publication draft up!

 Better yet, it's for free, no need to sign up. A Sorceress on Earth is ready for initial pre-reads so if you like it, give it  a try!

I'm starting to put up some of my fanfic on Royal Road.

 Trollhunters vs. Avengers is the first one, but I'm mainly doing it because the interface is a lot less clunky than that on FF.net. I'll continue updating the stories I have on FF.net, but I'm probably going to centralize more things on RR, along with Archive of our own.

A Sorceress on Earth is up on Royal Road!

 Here is the link to Royal Road

Dara was an apprentice sorceress,  her first real job guarding the archives of her college. It was then that someone broke in and stole a dangerous gem before he opened a gateway into another world!

Now Dara is on a world without magic but with incredible machines, billions of people, and… social media. Oh, and she’s also going to have to find out why her nemesis came here and what he intends to do.

But first, she’s going to have to figure out how to survive in this strange world. Survive and hopefully get back home.

But is Southern California ready for Earth's first sorceress? More importantly, is Earth's first sorceress ready for Southern California?

 A new series, to be updated Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. (God willing, and the creek don’t rise).

Early Release Chapters up on My Patreon

 From here.

Wanderer's Quest Book I is probably going to be published in the next few months. So  you get to take a look at the pre-published chapters. Note that they still have a final editing sweep to go, so there may be some changes in them between this and final publication...

A short fantasy tale about a timeless truth: Keep It Simple, Stupid.

 

Court Wizard Malagus the Fourth stood proudly before his king and the court. Behind him, the common rabble sat, amazed at the might of the wizard as he offered a curse worthy of the treason of the man kneeling before them.

“You will never endanger this kingdom again, Margon the Black!” King Richard said and turned to Malagus. “And my court wizard will ensure it. Tell us, Mighty Malagus, of your punishment.”

“Yes, My King! I shall inflict the curse of eternal suffering upon him, a curse so terrible that it is only spoken of in whispers by most. But not by me, of course.”

“Yes, and what will this curse do?”

“Why eternal suffering, Great King! And then we shall place him in a sarcophagus forged from iron, and that shall be placed into an obsidian crypt and then molten lead shall poured into the crypt to make it impossible to get to the sarcophagus. And then it shall be placed in this temple complex guarded by traps both mundane and magical—“

“Errr…” King Richard stared at Malagus. “That is… rather more expensive than I thought. Wouldn’t it be better to just give him a small grave, perhaps let the family put flowers on it—“

“Oh no, my King! For should he ever be released, the curse of eternal suffering would then let him become an abomination, a being of pure hatred, a being capable of—“

“Getting vengeance!” Margon shouted. “Upon your children and their children!”

“Hah!” Malagus laughed. “The crypt and the traps and the immortal guards that I will summon to defend it will ensure that you never—“

There was a cough, and Malagus turned, getting ready to punish whatever peasant interrupted his speech.

And the man who had coughed was a peasant. He was in worn clothes, no doubt someone who had come to beg the King’s mercy in some affair.

“WHAT!” Malagus snarled.

“Um, begging the court wizard’s pardon, but Your Majesty, if you think this is too expensive, I can help you.”

“How, my good man?” King Richard asked.

“I’m a logger, so I’ll whack his head off for a gold piece. Ain’t never seen anyone come back from that.”

Malagus laughed. “Who do you think King Richard would trust? My sorcery or your ax!” He glanced up at the king. “Shall I have the laborers start on the crypt? It should only take a few months—well, the building, then comes the traps and the magic…”

The king stared at him.

Then made his decision.

***

“And they’re saying they’re calling him a headsman now! The former court wizard slurred out. “And the other kingdoms are also hiring them. I mean, nobody’s asks for a curse of disembowelment or a crown of eternal suffering any more! They just get one of these, these, peasants, and whack, off goes the head!”

“That’s rough, buddy,” the bartender said. “But… if you don’t have a job anymore, I’m gonna have to ask for some coins.”

Malagus the Fourth groaned and let his head hit the counter.

End