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"I could get used to this view," Dom said. He turned away from the view of the city and looked at Skold. "You couldn't have picked a more perfect spot." "It is beautiful," Skold agreed. He was sitting on the sofa. Both of the elves were completely naked. "I love to stand before it and watch the city below. Everything, the cars, the people, everything looks so small. Like tiny little insects. And you can see them moving like ants." "You are different," said Dom, cocking his head to the

He stood on top of the mountain looking out at the landscape of snow and death. He wanted to scream in frustration, scream so loud that his voice stretched over the frozen wasteland. I've been here too many times, he thought. He looked over at his sword, the sword that he had used to kill Paladin and so many others. There the single drop of blood was, forming at the tip of the blade, about to fall. "Skold..." The voice came from behind, riding the wind, a ghostly whisper. This was new.

Candestine inhaled sharply, breathing in the smell of rot and degradation. She thought, I am in the dungeons of the underworld awaiting the eternal tortures of the Ferry Man as punishment for my sins. She was lying flat on her back, staring into darkness. But it wasn't completely dark. Somewhere a fire was burning, casting dancing shadows on the ceilings and walls. Her hands were pressed on the ground. She waved it in front of her face experimentally, making sure that she was still made of f

Skold watched as thunder flashed across the sky; sleet flattened itself against the window. He had no clothes on. It had been two nights since he had killed his sister. Rebecca had called his cell phone several time since then and Rebecca had not answered or bothered to return his calls. He could not explain his behavior or why he had spent the last two days pacing around his apartment, restless. He wanted to go out, he wanted to kill something and yet he did not leave his apartment. There

Though it had been two days since the incident at Roc City's closed down asylum, Rebecca's body was still covered in bruises; when added with the fact that she was still in a severe amount of danger she knew that she had no business hanging out at the bar, drinking. At the moment she didn't give a shit. Twice she had tried to contact Skold and both times he had not answered. She took that as a sign that he did not want to speak or have anything to do with her. That was fine. After what he had b

In that strange flash of purple light Rebecca and the seer appeared like magician performing a stage trick-only Rebecca knew that it was knew it was no stage trick; it was real. She was overwhelmingly dizzy. Her legs almost crumpled beneath her. I think I'm going to faint, she thought. Her stomach cramped painfully. I might barf too. Oh God, please don't let me barf in front of the seer. I will die from embarrassment. But somehow she managed to stay standing. It took a moment or two for the wave

Rebecca could not believe she was home. Even though she had been away from the apartment for less than a day it seemed much longer. Until now she had never thought of her tiny rinky dink apartment has a home. To her it had always just been a hotel to stay in and an overpriced one at that. She could not stand to sit around in it for too long. Sitting around had always bored her, depressed her. She had to be on the move, she had to have something to do. That fact proved no less true now. Aft

The word "friend" was not in Skold's vocabulary; in the past he had never wanted one and in the future he didn't see himself wanting one. Unless it was in the manner of sexual endeavors, Skold'a attitude towards people, both fae and human alike, could only be described as antisocial-and that it putting the term lightly. In his twelve centuries making friends had never been a thing that he'd gotten around to or shown an interest in. The word was so far removed from his world that it might as wel

"Do you know what Cerbyendeuyng means?" Dom asked. He was sitting on the floor across from Rebecca. His bulky shoulders hovered several inches above the rickety wooden coffee table. Rebecca took a few seconds to blow at her hot cocoa and took a sip. She relished the warmth of the hot chocolate. To her satisfaction Dominyc had made the hot cocoa with milk. She remembered how during the holidays her mother would make hot chocolate and spike it with tequila. Rebecca would watch her mother drink h

They marched down the stairway two at a time, Dom in the lead, Rebecca in the middle, and Skold taking the lead. The adrenaline was still pumping through Rebecca's body, her mind bouncing off of the walls of her skull. All she wanted now was to be out of Sinclaire's hotel. At the moment she was too worried about getting to safety to contemplate that she had shot a man in cold blood. At the same time she wasn't too keen on going to jail tonight. Finally at the bottom of the stairway they burst

Skold only pretended to listen to Sinclaire prattle on about what an honor it was to meet Skold. Barely leaving Sinclaire’s eyes, Skold scanned the room for signs of danger. With one glance he had memorized the security details that Rebecca had shown him. He knew that there were several guards waiting in the next room, listening to their every word and watching them through a one way mirror in the room. Sly indeed, Skold thought. Sly as a fox. Which was what Dom had told Rebecca? Dom, the

Rebecca didn’t want to get up. As soon as she shut the alarm clock she wanted to roll over again and go back to sleep. On any other day she would have been able to do that, no problem, but today was not that day. There were things that had to be done; her life depended on it. She forced herself off the mattress and into a standing position. Her head ached and her eyes burned as a stray ray of sunlight hit her eyes. No more Captain Morgan’s, she thought. As of right now I ban it completely from

Across the Atlantic Ocean in Paris, France, an American tourist named Robert Smith was strapped to a cold metal table. The manacles that bound his wrists and ankles to the table made it impossible to escape. He was helpless, forced to endure the endless, sadistic torture that was being inflicted on his body. All ten of his fingers had been cut off and now lay in a metal petri dish along with all five toes on his right foot. The room he was in was white and plain with blinding florescent light

Skold stopped when he saw the young woman sitting outside his apartment. She was sitting on the ground, slumped against the wall; her eyeliner and lipstick was smeared. She looked like she had been through a rough night. In the two years it had been since Skold had last seen her, almost nothing had changed about Rebecca Hall. She still had the punked out pig tails, the rock star clothes and flamboyant look. He still remembered her name. Like all fae, Skold’s memory was flawless. When able to

As with my previous novel, which I have on here as well, I always set up my characters first and Rebecca is very crucial. She has a rare outside perspective of Skold that people, including himself, doesn't know exist. He saved her life. Does that mean that he does, indeed have morals? Is he as cold and heartless as he seems?

You hit the nail on the head. That is a huge question that comes into his play, both with his past and future actions. What is Skold's motivations? What side is he on?

Yes, I must admit that I did not like Skold for that much either. Skold is a very complicated character, he is most certainly not a nice guy. And that's how I wanted him to be. I wanted to create a character that at first starts out as someone that everyone hates, is just a really bad guy, but then over a time, changes. The change is slow, gradual, but it makes for a more compelling character arc. Thank you for the review.

Vanessa Holland did not look like a dangerous woman, not at first glance. She looked like a business woman, dressed in a fine business suit, her blonde hair glistening, her nails manicured and perfect. She was in her early fifties but looked to be in late thirties. She was a defense attorney, the kind of person that one might expect to have integrity, morale. But Skold knew that she had none of these qualities. She was a woman of greed who only wanted power and money. She did not get these thi

Rebecca Hall was so excited that she could barely breathe. Even though it was cold and misty with the promise of freezing, ice-laced rain, it might as well be winter-that was how happy she felt. Once she got done closing business with this client she would have her debt paid off. Or at least half of it, she thought happily. But having half of it paid off is better than not having any of it paid off at all. The bell jangled as she turned and stepped into Bellman’s Coffee Shop. She loved t

Skold peeked through the blinds. The orc was sitting handcuffed to the chair. His filthy, greasy black hair hung before his great hooked nose, where nasty, puss-filled boils had formed, the fat, white head so old that they had a yellowish tint to them. His skin was the color of dark mold and his eyes were the color of blood. The orc caught Skold watching him and grinned, showing his rotting, sharp, triangular teeth. He raised his fist and gave him the finger. He turned towards Reynolds. “I t

The inside of the subway tunnel didn’t look all of that different from a battlefield. Feeling a long sense of deja vu Skold led the team deeper into the subway tunnel, passing through the ticket booth. Huge chunks of rubble had been ripped from the wall and covered the ground, some crushed down into a fine, white, powdery substance. The tunnel reeked of sulfur. He could detect faint traces of troll dung, an acrid almost acidic smell very much like sulfur; and underneath the smell of troll dung w

From where he stood on top of the mountain he could see the vast harsh icy landscape in every direction. In the distance was the ruins of a desecrated village: straw-roofed huts were engulfed by vicious blazes that sent spirals of smoke towards the sky, carrying with it the scent of blood, burning flesh and death. Corpses were strewn everywhere like forgotten dolls. Many had been slayed by his own sword, human and fae alike. He had stood at the top of this mountain many times in the past and

Here is an excerpt of my new project. Chaos Lives in Everything. It is urban fantasy fiction. I hope you enjoy. From where he stood on top of the mountain he could see the vast harsh icy landscape in every direction. In the distance was the ruins of a desecrated village: straw-roofed huts were engulfed by vicious blazes that sent spirals of smoke towards the sky, carrying with it the scent of blood, burning flesh and death. Corpses were strewn everywhere like forgotten dolls. Many had been slayed by his own sword, human and fae alike. He had stood at the top of this mountain many times in the past and would many more times in the future. Each time it was always the same, never different. He always had the feeling that something vital was missing, the answer to a riddle. A part of him that was forever lost. A realization danced at the edge of his mind, taunting him. He was close to realizing the one answer. If only he could just grasp it! Grasping the answer would be like discovering the greatest treasure. But already he knew that he would never find it and that was what made it a nightmare. In one hand he held his sword. Even with his armor on the wind seemed to pass right through him, slicing at his flesh like a thousand sharp knives. His skin was numb. Though he knew it was a dream it felt real-painfully real. The blade was covered in gore. He held it before him as if preparing for battle but there was no enemy in sight. There was nothing in this barren wasteland, nothing but snow and blood. A single drop of blood formed at the end of the dangerously sharp tip of the blade. Slowly it plummeted towards the ground and splashed across the snow. The elf jolted awake and grabbed the dagger that he kept on the bedside table. His teeth were clenched and his eyes gleamed a pale metallic grey, searching for a danger that wasn’t there. His knees sunk into the mattress. He looked like a feral animal, his muscles tense beneath his smooth milky skin. Cold sweat dripped down from in between his shoulder blades. It was the ringing of his cell phone that brought reality sliding back into place. Slowly his muscles relaxed and he realized that he was not on top of the mountain but the bedroom of his penthouse apartment. He aanswered the phone with a silky, “Hello?” He already knew that it was Sergeant Bryan Reynolds, chief of the Roc City Police Department, because he always wheezed when he talked on the phone. “What took you so long?” Reynolds barked. Skold had to pull the phone away from his extra-sensitive ears. “I’ve been trying to reach you for the last five minutes!” Skold sighed. “What do you want, Reynolds.” “I have a job for you.” “Reynolds, I’m a bounty hunter. I kill people, you know that.” “I have something for you to kill.” “You do?” Skold asked hopefully. “A troll,” said Reynold. Skold’s eyes narrowed. “A troll?” “Yes, it’s here in our city.” “Oh yeah. Look out the window. We’ve shut the whole city down.” Skold climbed out of bed. The darkness wrapped around him like a cloak as he moved with a cat-like grace. He padded down the long hallway into the living room. He owned a large penthouse apartment on the southern outskirts of Downtown Roc City. The floor was tile, the walls the color of French Vanilla ice cream, the trim a coffee brown. In the living room was a large fireplace. The furniture was black and made of plush leather. The entertainment center was complete with a plasma screen TV, Blu Ray Player and six disc stereo set with Surround Sound Speakers hooked up to everything. The best part of the apartment was the window that took up one whole window. It overlooked the entire city so that Skold could see the entire city: skyscrapers, office buildings, and the little maze-like network of streets. Normally the streets were overrun with pedestrians, and taxis, buses, and vehicles, their exhaust pipes seeping out with poisonous gases that were slowly killing the world, eating up the ozone layer. Tonight the moon hung high and full in the sky, looking pregnant and bright. The moonlight bathed Skold’s body, his skin seeming to reflect it like a glass surface. His hair was long and hung down to his shoulders, a natural white-blonde color. His cheek bones were high and his mouth was wide. His shoulders were small and the ridges of his ribs shown through his skin. For an elf he was short making him look nonthreatening. This was a misconception that often proved to be fatal. Rain pelted the window, followed by a wind that howled like a phantom, warning the world that autumn was about to come to an end and winter to begin. It rained nine months of the year in Roc City. In a few weeks the city would be under the wrath of heavy snowfalls, blizzards, and mountains of snow. Tonight, however the city was different. The streets were empty. Barren. Not a car or a soul in sight. Several military helicopters hovered over the streets, their spotlights aglow. “And you want me to kill this troll?” “Not alone. I have a SWAT team of twenty-four of my best officers with me, including myself. The thing came from underground in the subway station. We have the it trapped in the subway systems. But my team isn’t qualified to take down a fucking troll. How the hell did it get in the city? I thought they stuck to the mountains.” We also don’t have the kind of silver that it takes to kill it. You do and you’re a hell of a lot more experienced than we are.” Troll skin was extremely thick. The only thing that could penetrate it and kill the troll, was Elven steel. Skold’s mouth split into a very wide grin. “Sounds like fun. There’s sure to be blood, death and mayhem. You know I am.”

Since the dawn of time the fae and human race have lived along side each other. Once a warrior, Skold, an elf, is now a notorious bounty hunter in the twenty-first century who is hired to investigate a mysterious chain of events that could throw the world into chaos while also trying to regain his lost memories.