Proeliator Latro leaned over the railing encircling the balcony outside his chambers and surveyed his kingdom. “Lovely view, isn’t it?” he asked the woman standing by his side. “Especially at night, beneath full moons.” His shimmering blue cloak fluttered in the cool midnight breeze. “To one who knows only barren, desolate plains full of dry bones, it is paradise,” she replied. Amidst the wild, twisting … Continue reading Bellum
This story takes place in the same universe as Time Remaining, With New Eyes, Hands of the Creators, and Trees of Knowledge. “I’ll never get used to these wetsuits.” Stavros stopped walking and sat down on a rock. “They’re a technological marvel,” he said. “Impervious to compromise, they say.” Iskander snorted. “Yeah. ‘They Say.’ They say a lot of things.” Stavros seized his friend by … Continue reading Reunions
This story is a continuation of With New EyesandHands Of The Creators, but it’s not necessary to have read either before jumping into this one. “What happened to them? Did they make it?” I couldn’t help but smile. I’d finally netted the wandering imaginations of at least some of my little daydreamers. I’ve always loved history, and I’ve always taken great deal of satisfaction in sharing it … Continue reading Trees of Knowledge
Please bear in mind that the opinions presented in this blog are just that. Taste is subjective. Let me be clear: I absolutely love Star Trek: The Next Generation. It is quite possibly my favorite TV show of all time. I love the characters, I love the stories, I love the setting… in short, I want to live there. A reality in which mankind is … Continue reading Why aren’t the “Star Trek: The Next Generation” movies very good?
“That doesn’t sound very Rightway™.” “It’s not supposed to.” “Well, you have to follow Rightway™.” Arms folded defiantly. “Who says?” Furrowed brow. “What do you mean, ‘Who says?’” Shrug. “I like to do things the right way. The right way for me.” “That’s not Rightway™.” Frustrated sigh. “There is no one correct way for everyone to do everything. We are individuals, not machines to … Continue reading Rightway™
I love the smell of old books. I love the smell of old comic books and magazines, the finely aged newsprint, baked yellow by time. And when I open one and lift it to my nostrils for a gentle little sniff, I’m flooded with a sense of nostalgia, sometimes even for eras that were already long gone by the time I arrived on the scene. … Continue reading Hidden Treasure
Yet another unearthed bit of writing from yours truly. I’d forgotten this even existed. With New Eyes By Patrick Walts “Quit sulking. You already knew what they’d say. Feeling sorry for yourself isn’t going to change their minds.” Galen the Sixth sighed and lowered his head even further between his knees. He remained in that position, silent, for several long moments before sitting up and … Continue reading With New Eyes