From my upcoming book: Heritor Cycle-Awakening

The seeker order was a a group of religious fanatics. They ruled with an iron fist over the human settlers​ in the desert planet Galacus.  Their governing creed was to refuse the frailty of age and physical weakness. Any form of weackness was considered a sin; a blasphemy to their beautiful God.  The rituals consisted ...

From Jon Scalzi-Old Man’s war

​Force is the easiest thing to use. It’s fast, it’s straightforward, and compared to the complexities of diplomacy, it’s simple. You either hold a piece of land or you don’t. As opposed to diplomacy, which is intellectually a much more difficult enterprise”

The dark Islands

​Every dark corner in your soul, Every fearful place you keep away in your head, Is just uncharted territory your mind keeps telling you not to explore. But you have to remember.  No growth had ever been achieved while staying in your familiar well lit spot.  You can only learn and develop in places you’ve ...

The Rush

This is an unusual post.  Although I always aimed to maintain my messages in this blog as clear as possible.  But still, I feel that I have more to say than to simply imagine odd fictional landscapes or bizzare heroic dillemas brewed by my imagination. I truly believe that there is still more value I ...

All it took was one look

I am sitting in my comfortable seat.The ovoid window peeks out to the empty void. Stars in families of milions scattered on the black canvas of space.  The soft hum of the thermo-propulsion engines were almost inaudible. Just a soft coddle felt by my shoulder as it pressed on the window frame.  I look around ...

Forgive Me (A short story)

Originally posted on DRAW-BOT:
The roaring wind was tugging Adon’s torn shirt. At least he didn’t care anymore, for there was no caring soul within immense distances from his location. However, it seemed that the Gods were angrier than usual on this final day. At last, his son will leave this desolate face of a…

Rogue thoughts #1

I deeply care for statues poised in agony. They earn your empathy without sobbing a story. It’s like inanimate objects invoke stirring undercurrents of churning depths. In other words…you find yourself admiring all sculptures of stone while the frames they fill make shapes discernible by the soul. It might sound shallow at first. But from ...

Masquerade

Image  from Io9.gizmodo.com Heels of steal, successive splashing on the wet concrete. Giggles faint in the night showers. Plumes of smoke departing from square hatched. My nylon hood is shading my face till my stubbled chin. One might think I’m a humanoid feline with fully mastered bipedal motion. My broad shoulders stretch my nylon coat. ...

Red Fields

Image courtesy by skworus.deviantart.com The wind was carrying the fetid air, warm and heavy lifting the specks of yellow and black threads of plucked stray hairs. The silver wisps of our warrior’s head was whipping against the horizon breeze. Clad in black and embroidered with seals of old beasts. The commander’s eyes were feasting on the ...

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