The Writing of Dion Overtoun
With the business of the werewolves (somewhat) put behind him, Gavin puts his focus on newer, more important goals… only to get sucked into yet more Supernatural Nonsense when his new job brings him face to face with inner-city intrigue and mysterious vampires. Why does Cho-rong care if Finley, by all accounts a feral nobody […]
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This is scenario development for an ancient Greek/Roman inspired low/historical fantasy story about godhood, dehumanization, and violence. The main character (for now) is Enio Dexanihilites, the only daughter of a countryside warlord who serves as a client for a more advanced city-state. The driving force behind the conflicts is her marriage to a powerful man […]
Read MoreCW: body horror, violence, discussion of sexual violence, and egregious misuse/disregard of Lovecraftian canon. To be unseen and see that which is unseen is the Whateley family’s blessing and burden, so Plumeria was quite certain that the slinking presence she sensed outside the camp had not been there for very long. She got a feel […]
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Nobody brought their boats out to Land’s End, not anymore. A long, long time ago, Dot’s family had built a lighthouse on one of the islands there, and a temple to the gods of invention and progress. Nowadays, the lighthouse was derelict, the glass all shattered out and the brazier long cold. The sea had […]
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And so you continue in this world where you are the only moving, changing thing. The sky stretches blue-on-blue, the stormclouds paralyzed the moment before bursting, patches of sky all the more vivid for the contrast. Trees are frozen jerked to one side by the wind, and the cars on the street have been empty […]
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Things at the house were in disarray after Victor’s meltdown. Father made plans to send him on a health retreat to a summer home in Marseilles, Justine and Ernest and William panicked. Henry took it upon himself to visit Victor every day to suss out the cause of his collapse. Everyone asked Lily what had […]
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I was given a bullet with my name on it by the man who killed my father, a year to the day he was executed. There was no powder in it, of course, because the commander was not the sort of man to give away a tool that could be used to kill him. My […]
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Sunlight glared off the only boat in the mountain lake. A few yards away was the island that might have saved the passengers, maybe even the captain if they were especially quick and steel-nerved. As it was, the boaters who’d been brash enough to dare the water thirty minutes ago huddled on deck, unable to […]
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Years and specifics blurred together for him. It was a symptom of location, the flat scrubland punctuated only by oil pumps and their entourage of rangy cattle. Grass that grew up dead and yellow, snapped like matchsticks under the boots of the people who lived here. Why any sane human being, let along a few […]
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I came up behind him on silent feet. Or maybe not? I wasn’t listening to my own footsteps, it was too far gone for that, too deep, all I could really hear was the beating heart. Awash in raw, unfiltered sensation like a sea of boiling glass. Grating on my skin and fire in my […]
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