blizzard

Hello all. In addition to working on "The Promise of Azoth," I recently started another story called Blizzard. It takes place in North Dakota, and is about a family (of three) who go to see a sick relative and get caught in a blizzard. In the middle of this, they stop to help some men in distress who turn out to be robbers who have just pulled a Casino Job in nearby Devil's Lake. The crooks car was damaged and they have run out of gas from a bullet hole in the gas tank. This is a real change for me, and as you see I've already done some story art and have pretty much the entire book worked out. I'm shooting for a novel, instead of novella's like I've written in the past. The Promise of Azoth is actually four novellas that take place about 100 years apart. But it tells the essential story of Galen Brandis, where he comes from and how the Sword of Azoth was made and what shaped him as a character, and why he is how he is in the great war that takes place in his future...

Due to some personal problems, I have done little writing in the past four years, and have lost most of my early manuscripts and maps. Some of my family let me down there, and destroyed most of my work. I am picking up the pieces though, and moving on. Galen Brandis will never die, and I will see his story published before I die. As to what else is in my head....there is a lot of stuff up there and I hope to share more with all of you in the future. Take

a look at SECRET VOICES, the short flash-fiction piece I wrote, and let me know what you think.... yvette loved it and wants me to add to it, but it is what it is...oh, the picture of grindael the dragon at the top of the blogofazoth is unfinished...i'm working on it...

-grindael-san

new blogofazoth post

New blogofazoth post! Coming soon...excerpts from Dark Elvin
from the forthcoming Novel: The Promise Of Azoth. Enjoy the
short story The Secret Voices.....

grindael-san

The Secret Voices

Here is a short story I wrote recently.... hope ya like it:

The Secret Voices

Greta wasn’t sure what to do next. Her lungs were on fire and she felt as if she had a large rock chained around her neck. There were other things wrong, but she was afraid to look. Fearfully she glanced around, desperation changing her beautiful face into a mask of anguish. She breathed a ragged sigh of relief as she noted that there was no one following her. She had to sit down. Just for a moment. Even if all the hosts of hell were after her she just had to sit down. But she couldn’t.

Taking note of her bearings, she saw that she was now about four miles north of where this whole mess had started. Good. Only half a block to go and she would be able to rest. She found herself mouthing the words “oh please, oh please, oh please” in agonized whispers that came out of her like the fervent prayer of a dying man. Each step was becoming a frantic fight to keep moving. To stop here would be the end of her, and that thought kept her moving.
She crossed Bailey and stumbled over the curb on the other side of the street as she closed the remaining distance to the destination she had struggled to reach. It wasn’t the ideal place to go, but it would get her off the street and she could sit down. Perhaps there she would be able to formulate some kind of thought to explain all of this. Explain what just couldn’t be true. Explain what had happened to her and why she hadn’t seen it coming.

As she stood in front of the red brick house with the yellow door it all came back in a jumbled mass of images and thoughts. She wanted to tilt her head back and howl in torment, but she was frozen with fear. What if they knew? What if they were expecting her to come here? Her legs wobbled under her as a wave of nausea and physical pain washed over her.
Then she heard the sirens. She was trapped! What should she do? How could this have happened? She whipped her head around and stared back at the way she had come. She only had moments now, moments until they reached a place where they could see her. The screeching of the sirens disturbed her though, made it hard to think. She turned towards the house and walked up to the door. Her trembling hand just couldn’t grasp the knob. What if they knew? What if they knew?

It had all started with a thought. Not her thought. Oh no. But that thought was persistent, and she found herself listening to it again and again. Then it was joined by another, and another. Whispering. Like they had a secret. How these voices were coming into her head she did not know, but they were coming from outside of herself and they were not pleasant. It always happened at her job, and more and more these thoughts intruded into her brain with their planning and scheming and violence. She began to be very afraid, and took some time off of work to get away from them. But when she went back to her job the voices were there, a plethora of them now that got inside her head and twisted her brain into knots of horror at what they were thinking.

And then they had heard her. It wasn’t as if they spoke directly to her, but they began discussing among themselves “the outsider”. She knew they had detected her somehow, even though she had never made herself known to them. She began looking at people differently. Could her fellow workers be involved? Where were these thoughts coming from, and why could she hear them? Was anyone else listening? Were they as scared as she was? Was she going crazy? Then the secret voices mentioned the building where she worked and she knew they knew who she was. She ran. And felt them following her.

Now she was at the yellow door, the sirens screaming as they closed in on her. She hesitated again, and to her amazement the sirens went right by her. Four black R.V’s sped by in a rush to somewhere, but not here. Not here! She turned back to the yellow door, her hand shaking now in relief as she opened it and stepped into her house.

They were waiting.

Artwork...

Hey all!
I put up some of Duncan Longs Art to go with
my poetry, and He contacted me about permissions...
so UNFORTUNATELY I had to take it down.
Not to worry, I HAPPEN to be a pretty good
artist, and his art has given me some ideas about
how to illustrate these ballads....
But if you want to see some REALLY COOL
art, go to his site, www.duncanlong.com and
browse around. When I do get Dreamsongs
published, perhaps I will have him illustrate it,
I feel like he got in my head and did the art that
goes with those songs tho...
Anyway, I've got more stuff comin, this site
is getting visited more and more, and some have
asked to advertise on it.... so maybe there will
be some income to afford Duncan Long. Till
then, go to his website, and keep coming back
here for updates on Dreamsongs.....

GRINDAEL

Here she is...

To read the first chapter of

the Novel "Shadow Of The Dragon"

go to my MySpace Page....

Backround...

Ok, I'm gonna give a little bit of backround on
Dreamsongs. It all started in 1986 when I met
a guy named Skatz and started a band....
Reign is another thing altogether, but out of
it I began to write what I called lyrical ballads,
(yeah someone else thought up the term before
me, but I didn't know that...) I then started just
calling them all Dreamsongs....
Passages began with the discovery of the band
Rush by me in 1986, and I wrote the title piece
(as it would become first....) The poem itself does
not appear for quite awhile. Out of that one poem
Passages, came the whole Book, then two, then
three then seven.....all tied together by my life
experiences.....
I was heavy into drugs and alcohol back then,
and living in someone's basement and jobless,
smoking cigarettes (i quit those things!) and
drinking 2 liter bottles of coke.
While writing these poems, I wrote a rock
opera for Reign, which we played all around
Long Island....
Anyway, it is almost twenty years later, and
out of the rock opera has come a series of books
and these dreamsongs...
This was ME in 1990, all I felt, went through
in the past, and thought of for the future, It was
a bleak, terrifying view of the world, and I have
only survived by the skin of my teeth and the
mighty hand of God....
There is more to come....much, much, more.