Richard Bailey
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I am currently working on expanding my writing topics and exploring different areas and topics of writing. I have a personal history with a very severe form of treatment-resistant major depressive disorder.
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Shadow’s Veil – Part 5
The world lurched. Vaelin felt weightless, suspended in the rift between realms. Shadows curled around him like living tendrils, whispering in a language he didn’t understand, their voices slipping beneath his skin like threads of ice. Then—light. Blinding, searing, overwhelming.
By Richard Bailey10 months ago in Chapters
Shadow’s Veil – Part 4
Vaelin hit the ground hard. His breath punched from his lungs as he tumbled through the darkness, his body rolling across something smooth and cold. He came to a stop on his back, staring up at a sky that wasn’t a sky at all—just an endless void swirling with fragmented light, twisting like liquid glass.
By Richard Bailey10 months ago in Chapters
Shadow’s Veil – Part 2
Darkness surged forward like a living thing. Vaelin moved on instinct, twin daggers flashing as he twisted to dodge the creeping tendrils that lashed toward them. His blade cut through nothing but air—no resistance, no flesh, nothing to kill.
By Richard Bailey10 months ago in Chapters
Shadow and Spell A Tale of Redemption Part 5
Darkness swallowed the chamber as the shadows writhed to life. The air turned heavy, thick with unseen magic that pulsed from the Heart of Tenebris. Vaelin tightened his grip on his daggers, his every instinct screaming at him to run—but there was nowhere to go.
By Richard Bailey10 months ago in Chapters
Shadow and Spell A Tale of Redemption Part 4
The moon hung high overhead, its pale glow barely piercing the dense canopy of the Moonveil Forest. Vaelin moved swiftly, his steps silent despite the undergrowth beneath his boots. Elira trailed close behind, her staff pulsing with a faint magical light to guide their way. Neither of them had spoken much since fleeing the cave.
By Richard Bailey10 months ago in Chapters
Shadow and Spell A Tale of Redemption Part 3
The cave was silent, save for the distant drip of water echoing off the jagged stone walls. The air smelled of damp earth and something older—ancient magic, lingering like the last whispers of a long-forgotten spell.
By Richard Bailey10 months ago in Chapters
Shadow & Spell: A Tale of Redemption Part 2
The rain had lessened to a drizzle by the time Vaelin and Elira reached the outskirts of Duskwatch. The city’s looming walls faded behind them, replaced by dense, gnarled trees and the mist-choked roads of the Moonveil Forest. Vaelin had chosen this route deliberately—few pursued the assassin who knew the wilds better than the city streets.
By Richard Bailey10 months ago in Chapters
Shadow & Spell: A Tale of Redemption Part 1
The rain fell in thick, unrelenting sheets, turning the streets of Duskwatch into a shimmering labyrinth of slick cobblestones and shadowy alleys. Lanterns cast flickering pools of light that did little to push back the oppressive darkness. It was a night for secrets, for those who lurked unseen. A night made for killers.
By Richard Bailey10 months ago in Chapters
Shattered Prophecy Part 5
The underground temple trembled as the group stepped into the final chamber. A cavernous expanse stretched before them, its towering obsidian pillars glowing with veins of eerie red light. At the chamber’s center, atop a raised dais of black stone, sat the Heart of the Abyss—a crystalline orb swirling with shadows. Before it stood The Veiled One, his dark robes billowing unnaturally as he turned to face them. His mask, smooth and expressionless, concealed his identity, but his presence alone radiated pure malice.
By Richard Bailey10 months ago in Chapters
Shattered Prophecy Part 4
The tunnels leading away from the underground temple district twisted in erratic patterns, leading the party deeper beneath the city. The air was damp, thick with the scent of moss and centuries-old dust. Flickering blue torches lined the stone walls, their ghostly glow casting long shadows that seemed to slither when no one was looking.
By Richard Bailey10 months ago in Chapters
