This week’s gallery of photos is now available to see over on Photos by Satis. It is a collection of images in which darkness dominates.
Enjoy!
This week’s gallery of photos is now available to see over on Photos by Satis. It is a collection of images in which darkness dominates.
Enjoy!
Apologies – I’ve been busy. I’ve gone through the entire book, chopped 6,000 words (painfully), tidied and grammar/spell checked, smartened straight quotes and converted triple-periods into ellipses, and I think…I think…we’re almost ready!
So The Redemption of Erâth: Consolation now stands at 25 chapters, 104,560 words (±500), 31 major characters and a whole lot of sweat, blood and tears. It’s scary – this is my baby, my precious, and like all first-time authors (I’m sure), it’s both exhilarating and terrifying to contemplate sending it out into the wide world and waiting for the inevitable acceptance – or rejection.
If all goes well, I’ll be able to sell enough copies to cover the publishing costs; any extra will be bonus! If I can show there’s demand for it, I might even be able to approach a traditional publishing agent and see if I can convince them to run with it. Wouldn’t it be awesome to see The Redemption of Erâth: Consolation on some sci-fi and fantasy bestsellers list?
Wow, this is getting to my head. As if that’ll ever happen.
Anyway, I apologize for being away for so long, and I apologize for the completely incoherent ramble here – I just thought I’d let you all know where things stand. Hopefully this also means I’ll be able to return my attention to book 2 (Exile), and we’ll be seeing what events are to befall Brandyé as he ventures into the northern lands of Thaeìn and Erâth. I can tell you this: it’s going to be exciting, and dark.
I’m so excited!

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So long has been the night
Since my descent began
I am losing the memories
Whose few, I treasure
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Eternal hours spent
In replacing creation with reverie
So many times failed
Things I could grasp
Are now beyond belief
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My mind is dying
And what I bring upon myself
Prepares my funeral
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Weakness now, in writing
Proof for my scorn
What I am to be
Becomes a shell of what I was to have
Consciousness fades
And with wide plains behind me
I continue down this canyon
To the bottom of despair
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