Cynus

And unto us is born this day, in the city of GA, an author, which is our friend tim.

A very merry day of well-deserved existence to you, tim.

“Max!” Finn rushed to his lover and checked the wound, making sure moving him would not cause further damage. He fell to one knee and slid his hands under Max’s arms and began dragging him toward the cover of the tower doorway. “We’ve got company!” Micah shouted from somewhere near Finn. “They’re coming from everywhere!” Arrows rained down on them from the top of the tower and the roofs of the nearby buildings. Their werewolf escort took the brunt of the assault, but Finn was too con

Welcome, Daynemora. I've been known to read a few yaoi in the past. Maybe we should compare notes sometime. Welcome, Hunter. Always happy to see more teachers coming here. (I'm not one, but I think all teachers are awesome by default until proven otherwise)

Micah was happy to put distance between himself and Peter. He couldn’t make sense of his emotions, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. He had hardly mourned the passing of any of his friends so far, but for some reason his parting with Peter had stirred something within him which made him long to see the doctor again. Perhaps it was the nature of the coming mission, Micah reasoned. They were going after a man who was practically at the status of a God, and he had both the powers of a phoenix an

A day off from work.

There were people talking all around him, their chattering amongst each other seeming to do nothing but stimulate his agitation. None of them were speaking to him directly, but it seemed almost as if they were intentionally driving the point home that his own life was silent. Always silent. He glared at the others, though they certainly didn’t see him. They were too wrapped up in their own lives, their own stories, to notice the brief scowls of a man in his late twenties who had nothing better t

A man contemplates the journey his life has taken, and the way the music of love has overcome the profound silence he has felt for so long.

Thank you, Ricki! I was surprised to see a new review on War in Heaven, as it's one of the first things I posted here at GA when I joined back in February. Rumors of War is actually my first "novel" (Even though I split it into three novellas), and I think of it fondly even though I know it bears many of the faults of my early writing. I'm still proud of it, however, and I'm glad some still find it enjoyable. Religion affects a lot of my work, though I don't consider most of my works to be "religious" in nature. I come from a long theological background, and I like to think about different ways those religious beliefs could have come into play. Angels as aliens just made sense to me at the time. Thank you for the review! I hope you've enjoyed the other stories you've read as well.

I was a tad obsessed in the thought process of "The darkness before the dawn" when I was writing this. My goal was to show how all of these different people had come from these tragic events, but were still fighting, hoping to forge a better world. At least, better from their own perspective. But isn't the real world like that, too? Don't we all have our own share of tragedy and bitterness, and when we are at our lowest points, do we not find a way to rise? These are the questions I was trying to keep in mind as I analyzed what Tristan must be feeling. Did I convey these adequately? That's for my readers to determine, I'm afraid. I have no great ability to ascertain the impact of my own stories, I can only go off what others tell me. I hope, at least, it has continued to keep you engaged. Thank you, as always, for the review.

“So, how do I do this again?” Zach held Excallibur in front of him, focusing on the silvery blade as it sparkled in the sunlight. The others surrounded him on the village green near the burned husk of the helicopter Nevala had destroyed several days before. They had decided as a group to return and ask Fenrir for help in their attack on Avalon. Once they returned to the village, Fenrir offered beds and refreshment, and everyone agreed it was better to take some time to recuperate. Za

This was absolutely stunning. It makes me want to improve as a writer so much more, in the hopes that one day I'll be able to create something this beautiful. Thank you for posting it!

“This is it, huh?” Micah asked, looking around the alpine vista. “A small pond in the middle of nowhere?” They were standing on the edge of a small lake surrounded by pine trees. Micah looked around and was glad for the serenity of the place. It felt as if they had been without a break for a long time, and it almost seemed as if he could relax here. “It doesn’t matter where we go, precisely,” Nevala explained as he approached the water’s edge. He looked across the surface of the water, h

A very merry day of existence to you.

A very merry day of existence to you.

A very merry day of existence to you.

This is one of the stories which really brought me into the community at Awesomedude and made me want to become one of them. Of course, that means it also is the reason I eventually ended up here as well. I loved this story, and still do. It's a great read, and I found the characters particularly relatable.

Jacob wandered the halls, avoiding Oberon at all costs. Now that Ethan was dead, he couldn’t face Oberon at all without being consumed by anger and feeling his malevolence rise to disastrously murderous levels. He would have been fine with that result if it had allowed him the ability to kill Oberon, but that was impossible. Wherever Oberon derived his power from, it apparently gave him the power to resist influence from the spirit realm, leaving Jacob with no recourse but to keep his distan

Jacob sensed another presence in the library with Oberon and approached slowly, hoping he’d be able to avoid drawing attention to himself long enough to get some additional information. Oberon rarely spoke to anyone other than to issue orders, and he had been meeting with this presence for longer than he had ever spent with one of his soldiers. He had kept his distance from Oberon since learning of Ethan’s death. He had needed some time to himself to process the news, and certainly wanted no

Thor stood stoically in the middle of the village green as the helicopter came in for a landing. The wind generated by the blades battered him and the honor guard of soldiers standing nearby, but they remained standing at attention, their eyes focused on the helicopter, knowing the important passenger it bore. The helicopter touched down, and immediately a trio of soldiers stepped out and took up a defensive position next to the door. A tall man with long gray hair and an even longer gray be

A very merry day of existence to you.

I happen to agree with you completely. See, the way Ashes of Fate started out was as a method for linking my short stories together. I didn't even think of the ramifications of that until after I put all my characters in a big group and realized that they were all men. Peter was the only biological exception, and now even he's male... I think when I first started the series I was scared of writing female characters. I'd only really done it once before, in "Is Love a Miracle?" and I wasn't comfortable adding one in later because the dynamic between those already in the story was already so strong. But yeah, it's bitten me a few times for those decisions, but all I can do now is learn from them and make sure my future stories have a stronger balance of roles. "The Navigator" at least has a strong male and female cast, and the sequel will hopefully match up to that. I'm glad you like the story despite its faults. Thank you for the review.

Micah’s senses slowly began to return to him. The first sense to return was touch, as he felt the smooth walls of his confinement. The walls were tight around him all on sides but one, but it didn’t feel claustrophobic, it felt natural. He stretched himself out farther, forming a hand and arm which reached up and touched the smooth surface. It was glass, as if he were inside a giant test-tube. He slowly formed the rest of his human body, carefully stretching arms and legs out and testing the

I clicked on this topic almost at random, but I'm glad I did. I thoroughly enjoyed the film. Thanks for sharing.