It was the first real fight of his life and Father Hawk wasn’t ready for it. He flailed around, kicking with his claws and stabbing with his wings, both of which had strengthened in his rebirth. However, his newfound strength was no match for his inexperience. And his inexperience was barely a match for theContinue reading “2200 Blues Chapter 35 (Early Draft)”
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Update: Out sick. Still been writing, but no chapter today…………..Also, holy crap! Dune Messiah is awesome!
I got COVID! I know right? It’s crazy when it happens. Especially when it happens to you. Luckily, I was in the 97% of symptoms as opposed to the 3%. I just had cold symptoms and was out of it for several days in the past two weeks, but I recovered in the middle ofContinue reading “Update: Out sick. Still been writing, but no chapter today…………..Also, holy crap! Dune Messiah is awesome!”
2200 Blues Chapter 34 (Early Draft)
“State your business with me!” exclaimed Father Hawk, breaking the nightly calm. The wolf at the center of the advancing line squinted his yellow eyes and turned to look at the wolves on the left and the right, who slightly tilted and nodded their heads. The center wolf turned his head back to look atContinue reading “2200 Blues Chapter 34 (Early Draft)”
To Sleep in a Sea of Stars – REVIEW/COMMENTARY
Christopher Paolini, left To Sleep in A Sea of Stars, right Christopher Paolini has an incredible life story. He’s both talented and incredibly lucky. All successful authors are lucky, but Paolini is luckier than what is normally considered lucky for any author. That is because he wrote a novel as a teenager and then publishedContinue reading “To Sleep in a Sea of Stars – REVIEW/COMMENTARY”
2200 Blues Chapter 33 (Early Draft)
“You’ve worked hard,” said the huntsman. Father Hawk could see his large blue body looming high in the black expanse and hear him as well. However, Father Hawk couldn’t see himself and he certainly couldn’t hear any sound he would normally create whether that be his feathers shifting against each other or his own breathing. Continue reading “2200 Blues Chapter 33 (Early Draft)”
Hans Zimmer and parental woes
By G.R. Nanda It’s interesting that Hans Zimmer has worked on soundtracks for stories about male protagonists/heroes who were born into families of privilege and power, but after a tragic death of the protagonist’s parental figure(s) and a subsequent destabilization of the hero and his family’s position in the setting they once had a reignContinue reading “Hans Zimmer and parental woes”
2200 Blues Chapter 32 (Early Draft)
By G.R. Nanda Father Hawk gathered himself again and eventually walked off the stinging pain. His right leg had been sprained near the claw in his fall. He didn’t know how he was going to do what he had to do. He had flown high up above and had seen that the ravines and riversContinue reading “2200 Blues Chapter 32 (Early Draft)”
2200 Blues Chapter 31 (Early Draft)
By G.R. Nanda 2200 A.D. Atlantic Tribe, Desolate Plains of the Atlantic As the windstorm died down, the old man cleared his throat and slurped on something. There was scattered shuffling of limbs and mutters outside of the egg shell in the crowd. Nickel had resorted to slumping at the bottom of the egg, keepingContinue reading “2200 Blues Chapter 31 (Early Draft)”
2200 Blues Chapter 30 (Early Draft)
By G.R. Nanda When he awoke, the sun was well on its way up the sky. The ball of yellow warmth loomed over him in a sky of light blue. The stolid white sheet of a sky seemed to have disappeared overnight. Only a few puffs of white clouds peppered the sky. A gentle breezeContinue reading “2200 Blues Chapter 30 (Early Draft)”
2200 Blues Chapter 29 (Early Draft)
By G.R. Nanda Through the lush green, Father Hawk jogged, cutting through and separating clumps of grass. He accidentally ran into herds of large, furry and brown bison who grunted at his approach or butted their huge horn-studded heads at him. When they did this, he had to frantically scuttle around the herds or flapContinue reading “2200 Blues Chapter 29 (Early Draft)”
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