Songs of the Silver Wizard - Compendium
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Yes, yes our favorite Wizard and his horse named Bob are making a comeback! I had put this series on the shelf for a bit as I had endeavors to turn it into something more. Alas, that project is taking a different direction, and is getting put on the backburner as it is. My goal is to make this a regular series, which means I need content!
If you, dear reader, have a character that you think would fit into the series, or some off the beaten path mythologies you want me to explore further, drop them in the comments. Who knows, they might just appear as friends and foes of our dynamic duo.
About the Creator
Matthew J. Fromm
Full-time nerd, history enthusiast, and proprietor of arcane knowledge.
Here there be dragons, knights, castles, and quests (plus the occasional dose of absurdity).
I can be reached at [email protected]
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Past Lives
War made for odd couples. To Private Jim Mclellan, Sepp seemed a good man; better at least than some of the monsters he heard stories of deeper into the Reich. Real monsters. This Sepp almost reminded Jim of his uncle; the one from Wisconsin he met a few times at Weddings.
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Letters to ada
Letter I – From Layth to Ada Void, beyond the 22nd century My Dearest Ada, Your eyes... velvet that dissolves the last remnants of my coldness. I was an extinguished ember, until your radiance moistened me like a river-child bending over an ancient thirst in my chest. You blinked—and all of Time leaned toward my mouth. A redness upon your lips touched my fissures, and I softened... I, whom stones never softened. Your iris was my window and my mirror: a core that illuminates and desiccates what remained of my cold soul. I whisper to you a gesture of containment, and I dissolve in Time, even though I was frozen beneath the anesthesia of heavy smoke from a cigarette that keeps the night awake in my blood. I hid a poet in an old box—I feared that if he saw you, the world around me would be disturbed... but your wide lashes excavated the box and awakened what had died before you. You approached... and in the silence of night you were like a thread of light passing over my heart. I saw sorrow wrapped around your white shawl, its yellowness faded as if traces of a day that continued to extinguish. I said to you in a whisper, my voice sagging between fear and wonder: Will you entwine your hand in mine, and shall we slip together to the bottom of Time... without fear? You smiled, and the universe slackened around me, as if the warmth of your fingers was all that remained of the world. And you were asking in silence: “Where is your place within my embrace?” And I, in whose throat the sword of silence had been planted, found myself choosing you before I could speak. Black were your eyes, yet they kindled a daylight within me. And for the first time... O you of the two eyes, I felt that I was luminous.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (6)
Definitely have this bookmarked so I can keep up on future installments. Well done, Matthew!
Saving this one too! And might start with it since I'll be slightly less behind haha!
I am salivating. Can't wait to dive in and offer up some inspiration!
Would love for Free Market Man to make an appearance and be absolutely astounded by the amount of labor people do for free for things like fealty, honor, and, you know, serfdom.
Can't wait to read part 3 tomorrow. So glad you continued this!
Yippee!!