Epic fantasy, music and life.
The stories that we write and the stories that we read are the stories that shape us.
The Hawk and His Boy
The first book of the Tormay Trilogy, The Hawk and His Boy begins the story of Jute, a young thief who is hired to steal an old wooden box from a rich man’s house. On pain of death, he is instructed by his masters to not open the box. Being a curious boy, he opens the box and finds a knife inside. He accidentally cuts his finger on the blade and thus begins a series of events that soon has him on the run.
The Shadow at the Gate
The Shadow at the Gate is the second book in the Tormay Trilogy. It picks up where The Hawk and His Boy leaves off, following the further adventures of the young thief Jute, the assassin Ronan, the mysterious Levoreth Callas, and other characters. The Dark takes a bigger role in this part of the story, infiltrating the city of Hearne in search of Jute.
I’ve been writing ever since I was a little twirp, running about without a care in the world. Fantasy, science-fiction, humor, thrillers. I’ve written ’em all, and all in various states of disarray. Most of those stories will never see the light of day, or even the moonshine of night. Lately, however, I’ve been nudging my writing up to a higher level (at least, that’s my view on it; others might differ). With the happy advent of ebooks and how Amazon has rocked the publishing world in that regard, everyone can now read my writing. If they choose to do so. Technology provides the interface, but it certainly does not supplant free will…
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Creativity is an odd thing.
You don’t see dogs out scratching their thoughts on the sidewalk, or birds commemorating their dreams in cave paintings. It’s only the human creatures who seek to translate their thoughts into communication for other humans, whether that be through music, sculpture, painting, film, writing. How did that evolve and why? I have my own answer for that, and I hope you do too. If you don’t, try taking some time one day to figure it out.
The Autumn War
In college, I formed a rock band called The Autumn War. We played the bar scene around Chicago for several years, recorded a couple demo cds, and got our fill of late nights in smoke-filled clubs. Even now, I continue to record tracks on my own, as the software and hardware available these days makes it dead simple to do so in the comfort of home.
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The complete album, minus the instrumental Glad Tidings on Proxima Centauri b. Feel free to share these mp3s with your friends and family. I'm not interested in making money off of these songs, so please send them to everyone on the planet. You can either listen to...
Have you ever wanted to fly to work? Without a helicopter, without a plane, without whatever it is Joby is building? Occasionally, I find myself resenting some of the physical laws of the universe. Gravity is usually the prime offender, as well as time. Several days...
One of the songs from the new Inflatable Hippies album "Love in the Time of Lunacy." I was invited to join the IH several years ago. Quite an honor, I must say. I don't fully agree with their 20-year plan of subjugating the galaxy with their weird...
...and other crazy stories. The lockdown pandemic has manifested in different forms throughout the world. Here, in California, it exists in one of the more extreme versions. Many businesses, restaurants, schools, and churches are shuttered. Hotels are supposed to rent...
The new Christmas album is done, of course. 12th draft just finished of the super secret script project. Not my idea, but my execution. Based on an idea thought up by an old friend. Fairly mind-blowing. 2/3 of a new epic fantasy done. 160,000 words and counting. It's...