Doubt (TfV B1 C1 P3)

“Rhol? Is that you?” Sol said, wide smile spreading across his lips. “Where’s Marcus?”

“Gods be damned, Sol!” Rhol left cover of the trees to come into the light of Sol’s little camp fire. “We got separated in the escape. Tried to find him, but… Anyway, why did that little shit call the retreat?! We kill all those people and then just leave the loot behind?!”

“Because, my good friend, he’s our leader and calling things is his prerogative.” Sol explained. He rotated a plump rabbit he had been cooking and glanced up. “Does it bother you?”

“I just don’t get it.”

“Well, our job is not to question the wisdom of our fearless leader. He pays us well enough to say ‘yes sir!’ to almost anything.”

“Bah! Grown men playing out twisted fantasies of a rich fourteen-year-old sadist. That kid has something wrong with him. I’ve seen it.”

“I think we all have. But you, his loyal personal guard, shouldn’t really have such thoughts. It’s dangerous.”

“Hah! He doesn’t pay well enough for me to stop thinking. The kid’s a monster. I’ve seen some pretty heinous shit in my day, but what we’ve done in that village today…”

“Was the choice of the villagers.”

“Poor slobs,” Rhol sighed and sat heavily across from Sol. “What atrocities you think he’ll make us commit next? Seems like everything’s on the menu. I swear, Sol, we should kill him and do the world a favor!”

“Do you know why I follow this kid? It’s because he will succeed. Do you know why?”


“Because he is not limited by socially accepted virtues.”

Rhol eyed Sol for a moment and laughed. “I heard this shit before. When I fought in the Katalia’s rebellion. They spouted the same nonsense. Want to know the trouble with that mentality?”

“Enlighten me.”

“You make more enemies than you can kill. And, if by some miracle you do kill everyone, like the rulers of Katalia did, you got no one to rule over. Make no mistake, Sol. If this kid succeeds, it’ll be a sorry day.”

“So, what are you going to do?”

“You mean, will I kill him?” Rhol mulled over the idea in his head. “Nah. But I won’t stick around.”

“Leaving the company?”

“Yeah. Gonna go to the coast, find me a wife with childbearing hips,” he laughed.

“You’ll be missed.”

“What about you? You could come with me. I…”

“No. Thank you, but no. Rabbit?”

Tales from Val’Sharah

What is this? Tales from Val’Sharah is basically another project I have spinning around in my head that I can’t let go. Yes, I am still very much engaged with Misery of the Halfling and spend at least two hours a day working on it. Because I have been doing nothing but editing my first and original creation, I find myself in need of a break. This has spun this new blog adventure which, hopefully, you all will enjoy.

PS: Title is just a placeholder and, like everything in a blog adventure, subject to change.

Mistakes (TfV B1 C1 P1)

“Hi buddy! How are ya? Mmm… I know. Ropes too tight? Whoa! Calm down. Yeah, sorry. I can’t take that off. I do that and I’ll be sitting right next to you wearing those same chains. I’m sorry. Hey, while you’re just sitting there, I’ll tell you a story, yeah? See, I was a farmer just like you, you know. I lived with my little girl and then he comes rolling in. Says he needs food and shelter. See, I know exactly what it’s like to be in your shoes. He looks innocent enough so I did same exact thing as you. I said ‘we got none.’ HAH! Boy, what a mistake. Next thing I know, my girl’s got a knife at her throat. Well, I sure had some food for him then, didn’t I? But, what I didn’t do is make all this ruckus you did here.”

“Sol! Leave him alone. He suffered enough, no need to torture the poor man with your nonsense.”

“Not torturing! Educating. Am I torturing you? See! He says no.”

“I guess compared to what we did here, your stories are the least of his worries.

“Ugh! Don’t listen to Rahban. He’s not like us. Look, between you and me, I’m not much fond of the company I keep. But you know what? If there is one thing that i am is smart. Left my girl with my mom and joined these guys quick. I cook for them, they keep me safe. Now, your position is tough. You already lost everything. Really sad. Seeing what happened to you makes me want to weep. Watching your entire family burn alive is… terrible. You will never recover from this. Unfortunately for you, Marcus knows this. He will come for you soon. He is just giving you time to truly understand what you did to yourself.”


After great strain and effort, I have managed to write the synopsis for my upcoming book.  I am terrible at summarizing anything in more than three words. My summaries of things usually fall under three replies.  First: “wow that sucked,” second: “meh” and third “SO AWESOME!”

Having to summarize my own work without giving away major spoilers or plot points has been tough. I paid a professional writer a bit of money to do it for me and, let’s just say that for my summary of his summary I had to use all three words.

I am new to the self-publishing world.  I am new to the industry and pretty much everything pertaining to it.  But, I think I have learned one very important lesson in my journey so far.  Do It Yourself.  Why?  Because no one cares about your work except you.  That sounds a bit mean, so let me elaborate.  For the most part, freelancers and companies are in the business of making money.  That is what they do.  You are a number to them.  Their job is to give you as satisfactory of a product in the least amount of time while, simultaneously, charging you as much as possible for that time. So yes, the summary that I had paid for was written well.  But it was SO BORING!  It lacked passion, fire and, most importantly, personality.

So, here is what I wrote:

Bimbly is a Halfling Wizard with an uncanny talent to hate everything. Poozik is a Dwarven Berserker with an insatiable appetite and an awful memory. They occasionally team up and… perform menial tasks like counting houses and fixing water pumps.

No, wait! There is action in this story too.  Infinite Paradox Corporation invade the land and attempt to assume control. There are also pirates, wizards, interns and dragons. There is a Dragon! That automatically makes this book awesome.

Fine! I’ll try another approach.


As darkness looms over the world, an evil Death Lord asserts himself upon the pinnacle of the Black Tower. His shadow stretched across the land and consumes the souls of the unsuspecting and the innocent. Only two reluctant heroes stand between darkness and the light. Two heroes of heroism and justice hold the line and…

No. Sorry, I can’t do this. The first description was way more on point.  I promise it’s a lot more entertaining than it sounds. Buy the book, judge for yourself.


Yes, it doesn’t summarize much, but I believe that it captures the personality of my upcoming book.  I hope that people will read it and, obviously, like it.  Misery of a Halfling will be the first book in a series called Chronicles of Bimbly. I hope to release the it in August, so please keep an eye out.

What’s up?

What’s going on now? Good question, totally worthy of a blog post. I am sitting in front of my computer screen while drawing a blank. Let me tell you, this blank is the most beautiful blank I have ever seen!

Seriously though, I want to write a dedication page for my first book. I want to dedicate my work to my son, my wife, my parents, friends, co-workers and people I barely know. I would like to go as far as to dedicate my book to some fictional characters that have influenced my writing.

Sure, you may say that if I fancy myself a writer I should just write this stuff and it should be awesome. Or you may suggest to just write from the heart. Well! You know what?! My heart is not a very good word smith and my brain lacks the certain el passion. Right now, it seems, they are mad at each other and refuse to cooperate.

In other news, I’m still waiting for the cover to arrive while trying to rework my site from a strictly photography business page to something that better reflects what I’m currently doing. I would like to keep my photography work somewhere though. As I have said in my previous post, I don’t want to give up on it and I feel if I take down my portfolio in its entirety, I admit defeat.

Well, now that the events of my recent past have been thoroughly summarized, I’m getting back to my pondering.