Hasimir Fenrig

I'm so glad that you enjoyed this chapter so much. For the Ogrushkai language: it's not really based on any language (at least, no one I know). There are two guidelines for myself: Ogrushkai is agglutinative (the apostrophes separate the single words); word order carries additional information like social status or mood. Apart from this "I'm making things up".

Chapter 8 „What else could you…“ Maraki shook his head and his eyes widened as understanding dawned. “No. I can’t ask you to do… this.” The calmness rippled through me. Each wave brought more tranquility and sureness. “You’re not asking me to take care of your Ardor. I’m offering it.” Calling the Ardor by name was aimed at mitigating its monstrosity for him. “You know how I feel about you. It’d be hard for anyone, but for you it must be disgusting.” His entire face was begging me to foll

It was a try to write something completely different from what I normally put to paper (or file ^^). It's good to hear that it worked for you.I'm glad that you share my opinion that it functions better as a short story. For a full-fledged novel, there is 'something' amiss. But I wanted to get it 'out of my system'.

So that is the sound of life: the constant beeping of a medical monitor. All the numbers on it are blinking orange; all the lines on it are too shallow; all the figures are having exclamation marks next to them. Your breathing is steady, but only because a machine does it for you. Your face is sunken, grey and has too many wrinkles for a twenty years old guy. Its pudgy contours have flattened, the skin clinging to the bones. A movie nerd like you would say you’re looking like the Mummy. “That w

A roommate's silent dialogue with his friend, who tried to commit suicide.

You make me blush... I love romance with a capital "R", I can't help it. ^^

I let the Mogul Emperor answer for me:"The mind of the Tormenter has not fulfilled its destiny yet, its song still echoes through the void." ^^

Chapter 7 “Za’dach nai dar shan su’kral.” The wolf hunts its prey at night. At least, I hoped that I had said that. Maraki beamed at me. “Word order’s even better than in my answer.” I smirked back. “And it took me only a Part to form that sentence.” He laughed. “Speed comes with practice. Your pronunciation is also getting better, by the way.” The Ogrushkai language had hard consonants and a lot of guttural sounds, most of them sounding like a hissing cat. Keeping those apart was hard w

Nice to hear! ^^

It's to see that you stick to the all new fantasy stuff. :-) I hope I'm not commiting to much 'green donkeys' in my writing. Damn those prepositions! ^^

Chapter 6 Maraki shifted weight from his left leg to the right one in preparation for his next attack. I countered with the dren’kach move, the Reed. I bent my upper body back to the left and moved it counterclockwise to the right side. His arms grasped at nothing. Cin’trai, the Surf, a shoulder roll, took me to his rear. I pushed my elbow into his rump, making him howl in pain and rage. A moment of triumph became a moment of indecision; short, but it had been enough. Maraki jumped back and hit

It may sound like childlike naivity, but I do believe in the good in every person. It's impossible to keep that out of my writing. :-)Your remarks regarding my English make me blush and feel proud in equal parts. I wish you all the best for your retirement project. ^^

Thank you very much! It's good to hear that you find my writing enjoyable.

I read a book about writing fiction recently and the tenor was: give your reader a powerful, emotional experience. It's very nice to hear that my writing does that for you. Thanks a lot for letting me know!

Chapter 5 When Maraki had been lying by my side, learning to defend myself against him had sounded like a reasonable idea. Now, that he was standing before me, I had reasonable doubts. “You are afraid of me, aren’t you?” He looked down at me with a stern face. “You’re almost a Step taller than me and at least twice as broad.” His expression didn’t change. “Add total loss of conscious control and the sole wish to breed. That’s what you’ll have before you when I’ll be in full Ardor.” Maraki

*singing* Patience is a virtue *singing ends* I'm glad that you can enjoy my story though you are a genre newbie.

Chapter 4 “Elyran… Elyran!” I shot up, screaming. I was panting and wet all over. “Elyran?” I turned left where Maraki was kneeling. His face was tense and his eyes wide. “Eleiya Spire. It’s gone. I’ve seen it. All dead.” My voice broke and tears flowed down my cheeks. Maraki held me by my shoulders. His features had lost their strain and his eyes were filled with warmth. “It was a dream, nothing but a nightmare.” His deep voice was soft and soothing. The images faded away, my body relax

If I put sex scenes into my stories, they're explicit and contain descriptions. I hope this will not be too much of a turnoff for you.

All your questions will be answered... patience! :-p

I awoke. For the eighty-sixth time, it took me several moments to remember where I was. Still, it was different this time. I wasn’t drenched in sweat; no fragments of images, no faint memories of emotions not mine, no haunting sounds echoed through my mind. There was nothing but serenity. I hadn’t wakened once, torn out of sleep by my own screams. I became aware of the warm shape behind me and felt the subtle movements of his breathing. Could it have been his mere presence bringing me a peaceful

Since you know my other stories, it won't be spoiler to tell you that there will be romance. A lot of romance... :-) I thought about adding footnotes regarding the unusual measures, but ultimately decided against it. I remember reading a (commercial) sci-fi novel called "Hyperion". You were flooded with new vocabulary and no explanations. But it was even more rewarding finding out for yourself during the story. I'm no Dan Simmons (the author), but I'll try to give a similar experience.

The Ogrushkai stared at me like this for a Part, but it felt much longer. Every fiber in my body screamed at me to flee. This urge intensified when he stood up, but his deliberate movements didn’t give the impression of an impending attack. My body relaxed; just to go tense again when the Ogrushkai pushed away the cloak. He was the most muscular being I had ever seen. His chest was so broad that four humans could comfortably stand inside its volume. His arms were thicker than both of my thighs

A thief who learns that stealing the wrong thing can change everything. A warrior on a journey to leave his past behind. A fallen god yearning to return to the mortal world. A story about ancient magic, decisions and love.

How long have I been in this cell? I had tried to keep track of time in here, but not a single ray of sunlight found its way into my prison, so I could only guess. I had lain down to sleep eighty-five times. Almost three full Tenths had passed then, enough time to ponder about the accomplishment of stealing from the Mogul Emperor. When I came up with this plan, it sounded audacious and very lucrative. ‘Foolish’ would have been a better word. No guard stopped me sneaking into the palace of the c

I incorporated a commercial song into one of my stories, because I had the (then) sweet idea to "choreograph" a whole scene around that song. This afternoon, I finished that scene. The song is performed by one of the protagonists. So, there is a line-by-line reproduction of the whole song alternating with things happening on stage or comments of the performer. You can actually listen to the song while reading the scene, but it also works without the music (or so I hope). That idea was one of the first I had, when I came up with that story, listening to that song. A minor plot twist during the middle of the song prepares the end of the story. Nothing that couldn't be rewritten, but I'm still in love with the concept. A little research regarding copyright on the net, including this thread, discouraged me so much that I even removed the only 1-line quote of lyrics appearing earlier in the story. Just had to write this post to vent my frustration. I think I'll recycle the idea in a summarizing epilogue chapter I wanted to write anyway. This can be done in a lyrics-free way, but is far less charming :-(