fantasy

Break Your Neck NEW YEAR MEGA-UPDATE!

Wow! Here we are at the end of an ENTIRE YEAR of writing six days a week, and to tell you the truth… I don’t know if I’m really any better for it. But I did it anyway, because there was no point in not doing it. I’m taking a break from writing for a bit, maybe as much as a month, but then I’ll be rewriting a few of these stories into a state where I can publish in good conscience. Those versions will obviously be kept to myself until the book is ready, but the originals will have a home here for posterity no matter what.

If anyone is really reading, by the way, now more than ever is the time to drop a comment below or an email my way. It’s been a journey, baby.
Safe travels,
Charlie

Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four

The Labyrinth and the Miracle: Chapter Four

Shaken by the mutant horror that the scholar had become, Tiren felt her way out of the library with the aid of the swordlight. It was the kind of sword that would certainly have a name, but with no way of knowing what that was she simply thought of it as the sword.

Chapter Four

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Starting Monday: THE MURDER GAME!

The Labyrinth and the Miracle: Chapter Three

The candle was looking low, its light dimming or at least seeming to dim to Tiren’s eyes. Her feet were sore from traversing the seemingly never-changing expanse of the black labyrinth with not so much as a thread to guide her way.

Chapter Three

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The Labyrinth and the Miracle: Chapter Two

After a restless night’s sleep Tiren woke with a burning pain in her leg. Her wraithlike dreams still swirling about her head she pushed herself up on her elbows and tried to make out anything in the darkness. She was sure she had seen windows last night coming up to her hard unyielding bunk.

Chapter Two

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The Labyrinth and the Miracle: Chapter One

A cold sun hung in a sky the colour of ice, shining through a chilly fog that penetrated to the very bone. The boot-tilled mud of the track, normally only slightly more solid than the river, was frozen hard. The birds were silent. Only the wind blew and brought the whispering rush of leaves, or else it would have been quiet as death.

Chapter One

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