What I Write

I believe we all know life in our own way. It's personal to each of us. The regrets, the struggles and pain and frustrations, those cut to our core. Yet, so do our dreams, our beliefs, a gut-deep laughter, the kind the rumbles from the pit of a stomach full of mirth. It's ours, life...and I choose to write. Come along, there are stories to tell...

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A writer, determined.

‘Magic, like man, yearns to be free.’

Made on Purpose…



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Come along, there is much to tell…


Most Recent: Day By The Water

Tigs, Thief of Clarity

Tigs is from the city of Clarity. A thief with a vision. His journey begins on the busy streets in the City of Mages. Read along as his journey grows.

Hands of Lighting

City of Storms

Roe, A Guard’s Duty

Grimwood, A Swordman

A master swordsman in a world of magic. These are tales, quick peeks into the far and wild adventures of Grimwood. He roams the world of Rangforne, purpose etched into his character.

The Blackened Wall

The Silver Swords of Ezrano

In Dusted Land

Other Tales of Rangforne

These are the stories that help to give depth into Rangforne, small stories, meant to add to the definition of this world.

The White Forest

A Personal Page

A Storming Translation

Stram Bowborn

Quick as Quip

***To Catch A Leaf

Stories From Another World

Some of these may, or may not exist in Rangforne, I am Undecided.

The Lost Spring

About a Hum

End’s Inn

Clander’s Fifth Dementia


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A Clouded Journey

cloudedcover808188529.jpgTroubled, that was the feeling that Clay felt. He was surrounded by it. He could feel the heavy workings of it. Every move weighted, every thought heavier. He took another step, fog can do things to a man’s thoughts. Some liked it, loved it, ran through it. Not Clay, it was stifling to him. He longed to see far, look at what he heard, in a fog, none of that showed itself. In a fog, on the road, a man walked with himself.

The Insatiable, Short Story from The Tales of The Broken

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Zohar Raine, A Story

Zohar Bookcover  His apartment was cozy, and he enjoyed its comforts when he found time. Some days, though, he’d dream of chasing down legends and rumors of the unknown. Something nagged his mind, persistently nestled deep within him. Sometimes it would awake to reach out to him, calling for attention, presenting him chances to grow. He would find himself dreaming of another life, one full of racing hearts and adventure.

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