Once wild magic shattered human civilization. Mage-built cities collapsed, spell-sped galleons sank, airships fell from the skies. Magic-born chimerae turned on their creators, and then their neighbors. The peoples of Awrhee fell into barbarism.
But that was generations ago. Humanity has scraped together kingdoms again, and learned to live without magic. Those who practice spellcraft are eyed with suspicion, as are the old ways, and the old places.
Some, however, seek treasure in the ruins of what was. Knowledge, gold, power—it’s out there. Treasure untold for anyone clever enough to find it, bold enough to take it, fast enough to get away with it.
It’s out there, in the Spell-Wracked Lands.
Flame Isfree and the Feather of Fate II
A Serial Story by KD Sarge
Flame heard the footsteps approaching in her sleep, but she knew them and also she was warm and cozy, so she only wandered towards consciousness. Then she heard the sword ring as it was drawn.
With her leather-clad arm Flame knocked the sword-point away from Ryahled's throat as he lay blinking at the silhouette over them. Idiot Bran! Thank Luck she'd drugged Ryahled last night when he wouldn't stop talking. Had she not, Bran would be dead and Tolor furious.
Idiot ranger had needed to sleep, not talk.
“What the hell is this?” Bran demanded, the sword blade coming back.
I'm going to be frank with you all, okay? I'm about to talk about erotica, sex, and sex scenes. I don't want to offend, only explain. You have been warned.
I've always stayed away from erotica, thinking it was the written equivalent of porn. Then an indie author named Kendall Grey smashed that to shards with her Hard Rock Harlots series. I'd read her urban fantasy novels (the Just Breathe trilogy -- AMAZING) and when she started sharing teasers of the first Hard Rock Harlots book, Strings, I was hooked. It was the voice. And the hot sex. And, most of all, it had a beautiful love story at its center.
How can an erotica novel have that?
So. Robin Williams. Dammit.
The first Robin Williams movie I ever saw was Mrs. Doubtfire. I was 13, my parents were getting a divorce, and my father thought that some related comedy might be healing.
He was right.
He and I saw a lot of movies together -- RW's and otherwise -- throughout my teen years. This was a time when I was angry at my father for the divorce, unhappy at school, and in dire need of something uplifting. I won't say that RW was my only solace, or the only reason that my father and I were able to rebuild our relationship, but he sure helped.
My father loved RW. They were close in age. My father was a pastoral counsellor; RW often played psychologists and doctors. RW sometimes even sported a beard that made him look a lot like my father.
I think the reason RW's work resonated so much with my father, and with me as well, was his wistfulness. He was a comic, but behind the comedy was always something a little sad.
Now, of course, we know he couldn't fight it back any longer.