Ein Beitrag von Janet Morris
Every winter solstice, the gods speak their minds. Sometimes, they send us an idea, a challenge, a task or a test. If we accept, our world changes forever from that moment onward.
In 1975, we began writing our first novel, High Couch of Silistra, listening to the whispers from within. We were concerned about the confusion in our society over the roles of women and the roles of nations; like our entire generation, we lived with the constant threat of annihilation in nuclear war, so questions of moral use of power when that power is infinitely destructive troubled us greatly.
Ein Beitrag von Janet Moriis & Chris Morris
Who are you? asks the sentry in a hushed tone, eye-whites and teeth catching a quick spill of starlight down his helmets thin nosepiece. On this deep blue night, nothing stirs but torches snapping in the camp beyond. Why are you here?
Critias. Sacred Band business, Crit replies, watching for a glimmer of light behind the Theban sentry, a fleeting gleam or deeper dark to show him the sword and shield of this mans partner. Never mind it: this is a pairs left-side leader, momentarily alone, awkwardly surprised, sidling rightward and feeling vulnerable on his open side.
Ein Beitrag von John Manning & Forrest Hedrick
Amanda Carlyle stands in the sweltering Central Texas heat, her fist raised and ready to knock upon the chipped and faded door. Fred Kyle waits, unaware of her presence, unaware that her knock will bring back terror-filled memories from twelve years earlier. As her knuckles descend the journey begins that will rip him from his whiskey-shrouded existence and carry him back to the place he swore to never go again. At the end of the journey lie horror, death, redemption and the acceptance of the heritage he has denied as he and Amanda and Diane Ravenfeather struggle to put back the ancient evil he and his friends released on that ill-fated Thanksgiving weekend trip to the Smoky Mountains of East Tennessee.
Ein Beitrag von John Manning & Forrest Hedrick
Suddenly, Charlies head jerked up. He turned this way and that as he tried to locate the noise. He strained his senses. There! It sounded strange, and yet, familiar. His heart pounded in his chest as he struggled to hear. There it was again. Fiddle music from somewhere to his right. He turned his head. The music faded. He strained but heard nothing more. Just as he thought hed imagined it he heard it again as if floating on the barely tangible breeze. It was definitely fiddle music. The notes came fast. The style was familiar. Charlie searched his memory. Breakdown! Thats what they called this kind of music. It was a breakdown.
Ein Beitrag von John Manning
Welcome gamers and to those who are curious about the world of table top gaming.
My name is John Manning and my goal is to guide you through this fascinating world and to introduce you to the products, people, and places involved with games.
The first game I wish to tell you about is a board game called Introspection.
... Tempus Thales ...
Writing with the Solstice Gods
The Sacred Band
BLACK STUMP RIDGE