Mmm, okay, A. I've never played that .. i've played Skyrim which i enjoyed. I am glad you like this story and i am grateful for your time and effort in reading it and giving me your thoughts. xoxo
Thank AC. Thanks for beta reading the whole thing, and for your excellent editing skills. And for pushing me to make this right. Your dedication to this art is an inspiration. I am grateful for your friendship, talent and time. Thank you my dear friend xo
thanks Reader, i am glad you are enjoying the story. While i believe, as AC taught me, that chapters are as long as they need to be, i really hate long drawn out postings. i hate it.. it just takes too long ... and this story is about 46,000 words but it is coming to you in 8 chapters. i have other writing to do and posting these, well.. it takes up my time. That sounds awful but i just like to write. LOL
no you don't ... i don't read your work and think gosh it would i would write it like this if this were mine ... i don't i just think that's weird. i just read A's story.
yeah i get you .. i feel that when i edit for people.. i can enjoy the read.. rather than needing my red pencil. i'm not sure why that is such a problem for some authors ... who say they always compare and think about what they'd have done. maybe its just me, but i dont compare...because its not my story. i just enjoy what they wrote the way they wrote it. .. it's their voice .. why try to put my own in there?
Stravor the Younger walked slowly; his hobnail boots echoed on the obsidian floors. If he was nervous as he approached the Hall of the Dead, no timidity was noticed by the Ones Who Watched.
He was dressed in the black uniform of a Searcher. It consisted of leather stovepipe trousers, which showed the lean muscle and sinew of his long legs. The leather sleeveless shirt was just as formfitting. On his forearms he wore heavy leather swordsman’s bracers. These were intricately tooled with the sc
A Searcher is an instrument, yet he is a man too, needing time to rest and indulge in clearing his mind. His God however, has different plans, and The Searcher is in no position to refuse ...
i sat down with my bowl of oatmeal and a slice of buttery toast and wondered ... what should i do now? Ah, i thought .. read Wayne's latest... and a terrific romp it was too. Thanks, my friend...