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Here’s the second part of the…unusual…Jack’s Devil story. In which Jack receives an unasked for present. I wake up to a knock at my door. It takes me a second to clarify the world into things that make sense again. The bits and pieces of my dream slip through my fingers as I try to recall…
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“My name is Jack. I have a devil problem.” This story has been gestating for a while. It’s unusual for several reasons and, I hope, a lot of fun. I won’t spend too long hyping it though, so feel free to read it all after the jump and lemme’ know how you like it. -B….
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So I’m really excited to announce a new story in the world of The Spice Merchant and The Slave Prince. This story is called The Father’s Sins. It’s longer than both of the previous stories combined and completes the tale with the kind of ending that these unusual little stories desperately deserve. I’ll (most likely)…
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This is the direct sequel to the 1000 Words story: The Spice Merchant. I had meant to release it as a part of a compilation e-book, but other events and projects have since taken precedent (especially since my PC is out of control right now). Anyway, long story short — a few of you asked for…
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The first thing Lewin noticed was that people were willing to meet his gaze. In their eyes he still saw the fear and disdain of the intervening years, but at a second glance he saw only their hope. Moving between the two states was like being mad. The guards of the Aroctet lead him further…
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I consider this piece in some ways to be a kind of a companion to Shell which was the last 1000 words post. I’ll leave it to you to make that connection yourselves though. As always, enjoy. -B. Salim ibn Salim bowed in the hall of a great man whose wealth was plain in the tapestries…
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To tide you over until the next Adventure School comes out. Today’s 1,000 words are about a pious angel combating a devil of lust. Will Raphael triumph over the devious, unrepentantly lascivious nature of Asmodei? Read on after the jump and find out. Angels don’t bleed. Not exactly. But something welled up out of Raphael…