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The Silver Wolf Herald is a compilation of those tales released in this first period. At about 1000 pages, the Herald had to be split into two volumes. In addition, The Silver Wolf Herald represents the first release of any of these tales. It includes the following stories:

Vampyre Empyre (Novel)
A Knight and His Mermaid (Novel)
Rogue Knight (Lunch Tale - Fantasy Romance)
Inventor (Lunch Tale - Science Fiction)
Ambassador (Lunch Tale - Fantasy)
A Sense of Evil (Lunch Tale - Horror)
Abduction (Lunch Tale - Mystery)
A Black Rose For My Heart (Short Story - Romance)
Shades of Red (Short Story - Romance)
Good-Bye (Short Story - Romance)
The Finest Reward (Short Story - Fantasy Romance)
My Jar and I (Short Story - Science Fiction)
Complex Apartment (Short Story - Science Fiction)
Man Kind (Short Story - Science Fiction)
Replicator (Short Story - Science Fiction)
A Touch of Heaven (Short Story - Science Fiction)
The Perfect Home (Short Story - Science Fiction)
Daemon's Love, Heart of Stone (Short Story - Fantasy)
Elementals and Golems (Short Story - Fantasy)
Rage of One (Short Story - Fantasy)
The Fifth Season is For Dying (Short Story - Fantasy)
Iron Cube (Short Story - Horror)
Of Heaven and Hell (Short Story - Horror)
A Kiss in the Pale Moonlight (Short Story - Horror)
Mists of Death (Short Story - Horror)
The Terror in My Soul (Short Story - Horror)
Alien Invasion (Short Story - Science Fiction)
Penalty (Short Story - Fiction)
Retribution (Short Story - Fiction)
Pass the Buck (Short Story - Fiction)
Just Enough (Short Story - Fiction)
Ice Princess (Short Story - Mystery)
You Get What You Deserve (Short Story - Fiction)
Father and Son (Short Story - Mystery)
Avatars (Serialized Novella - Chapter 1)
Phoenix of the Apocalypse (Serialized Novel - Chapter 1)

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SYNOPSIS:

     Based in a world where vampyres have  overpowered the human race, Marc Spencer, a champion of men, and an Eternal's protege, he must become an icon among warriors before all of human kind becomes enslaved. But first, he must die. Filled with the nightmares of vampyres, blood farms, slaughters and the total destruction of all that mankind has created, the Vampyre Empyre offers no place for humans other than as a supply of blood. Enter the world of a new mythos which includes vampyres, were creatures, merpeople, gargoyles and angels. It is not a world unlike our own, but it is a world that has taken a different path than ours.

EXCERPT:

     Cain stood up, shocked. “That's Abel's doing!” he cried. “Stay here, Judas and watch how it's done,” he ordered the Lord Vampyre behind him. Then Cain leaped toward me. I charged him, my blade high, ready to meet him head to head, but as we closed in on each other, I was tackled to the ground by another vampyre. Not just any, but the second Lord Vampyre. I didn't try to fight him or get up. I struck him as fast and as hard as I could with my left hand, driving it hard and far into his face with every blow. I was injuring him, but I wasn't killing him. He finally grabbed my fist. He was screaming in pain, his face melting away. He held my gloved fist away from his face by inches. I could reach forward and almost touch him. Suddenly, I pulled my sword up, spread my left hand out and slammed the blade through my own hand and into his eye, bursting it in an explosive spray of gore. I twisted the blade, pulling the glove off of my hand while severing the hand apart at the fingers.
     I screamed in rage as much as in pain. The Lord Vampyre crawled away from me, the glove having sunk though his right eye, his hands melting away as he held the glove against his face. He couldn't stop the pain, he couldn't touch the glove and his body reacted instinctively.
Elsewhere an explosion rocked the square as the cape-imbedded Lord Vampyre exploded. Vampyres began to run as they realized that a greater power than theirs was beginning to root in their little kingdom. I backed away from the Lord Vampyre beneath me, but was suddenly yanked to my feet and then thrown off balance by hands I knew. I spun as he pulled me up, but he only gained a better grip on my throat through the brace. I brought my sword down to his chest, but he caught my wrist and snapped it. For the first time ever, I was separated from my sword against my will, as it fell to the ground. My eyes followed it as it fell. It seemed to fall in slow motion and then it hit, blade first, sticking into the sod.
Beyond Cain, Gwendolyn fought. Behind me another Lord Vampyre ceased to exist as his head exploded, followed a moment later by his body. Gwendolyn glanced up at me as the explosion again rocked the square.
     “Run!” I yelled.
     “Marc!” Her eyes were full of tears. I was lost and I knew it. Suddenly Cain dropped me to his knee in one swift movement and the small of my back struck with a resounding snap. The pain was unbearable. I screamed, but in my scream I formed a word.
     “Ruuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnn!”
     “Find her,” Cain's words echoed in my ears as he screamed orders to his minions. She had kept her word. I felt myself hoisted over Cain's head. “This is their champion!” he screamed at the others. “He is nothing! I have broken him like the nothing he is.” With that he slammed me across the arm of his great chair of skulls. I no longer felt pain. All I heard was another snap. I felt the jar through the numbness.
Cain stood above my unmoving form and gloated. He smiled down upon me. In his right hand he spun my blade.
     “Marc Spencer, as I said before, you came all this way to die,” Cain said maliciously.
     “If he's the best they have,” Judas added, “then the Eternals are indeed lost.”
     I was numb. I could barely move my mouth to speak, but I willed some connection somewhere, and I was given a voice. I saw him raise my sword, and as he plunged it deep into my heart I screamed my final words.
     “I will kill you! I will kill you both!”
I felt the sudden impact of the sword and then the hilt as he drove it through my body. I felt my heart explode, and as it did, my mind flooded with emotions. I was insane with the anguish that I would not live another moment at Lynn’s side, touching her, holding her, loving her. Somehow, she had become the one woman I needed in my life. She had become the anchor my soul had longed for. She was mine and I was hers without reservation of any kind.
     Except for death. As I died, Cain's malevolent laughter filled the air with his triumph.

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How far will a man go to find the woman he loves? To the end of the world, beyond death, throughout time, given the opportunity. And, if necessary, he will turn away from her if that is what is required of him to protect her. Trevor is such a knight. He is a valiant knight with the experience of many battles, many adventures, and a lifetime of knowledge of women and the world. But, it is woman of the sea who steals his heart in the moment he sees her. Unfortunately, the woman he loses his heart to is a mermaid and not entirely taken by Trevor. They have a small discussion which ends in her attacking Trevor and pulling out to sea to drown him. Trevor is not entirely unhappy with being so close to the mermaid, even if the end is less than pleasant.

They overcome his mermaid's hatred for men or at least her hatred of him, but there is a force larger than the both of them, more powerful than all of them that separates them, keeping them apart. Michael, Trevor's best friend, joins Trevor in his quest to find his mermaid, but not before they must first pass through many levels of hell, together... literally.

The Knight and his Mermaid is a tale of friendship, self-revelation, and love. It is not a fairy tale for children, but for those of us who desire true love and would do anything to obtain it.

EXCERPT:

     At first, I did not realize I was hearing anything more than additional sounds of the surf, but Nemesis also flicked his ears, snorted and looked north into the darkness. He pawed the ground and shook his mane.
     “I hear it,” I assured him, patting his neck. “Let’s find a way to the beach. The trail we found was precarious at best. I climbed down from Nemesis’ back and led him down the trail, picking our way slowly and carefully to the sands below. Nemesis and I headed north along the beach toward the faint glow of a fire. We stopped a dozen feet from the fire and glanced around. There were seven figures lying in bedrolls, asleep and, apparently, unafraid of attack.
     Beyond them, in a cage set into the sand, a feminine figure watched me with angry eyes. “Men,” she spat. I tilted my head and looked at her, carefully. I walked toward the cage, slowly, Nemesis following behind me. One of the men stirred as I knelt at the cage and looked inside. I had thought they had imprisoned a wench. What they had imprisoned was a mermaid. She moved her tail, forcing herself back against the far side of the cage. I could easily have reached through and touched her milky-white skin. Her tail was emerald green as if the scales were made of gems. Her hair was red, long, and hung to her waist.
     “You are quite a catch,” I said.
     “You’re scum,” she spat, “and if I get free, I will drag everyone of you to the depth of the trench just to watch you implode.”
     I glanced at the cage. It was made of iron but was old, rusted from years of use. “Hey!” a voice yelled from the camp. “What do you think you’re doing?”
     I glanced at the camp as one of the men grabbed a piece of wood from the fire, lifted it like a torch and rushed toward me. I raised an eyebrow. “You have got to be kidding,” I said.
     Another of the men pulled a sword from beneath his bedding and charged me, running  behind Nemesis. I turned and looked at the mermaid. “I’ll be back in a moment,” I told her.
     Nemesis snorted, kicked with both back feet and a man, crushed and broken, screamed as he was hurtled back into another of his comrades. Both stumbled into the fire, dowsing it.
     The torch wielding assailant charged me and I sighed, again. I removed my sword and spun it once over my wrist. He lunged. I struck. He fell.
     “Next,” I said stepping forward as Nemesis turned to stand at my side.
     “There are four of us and one of you!” One of the men yelled at me. These last four had had the presence of mind to collect their weapons.
     I pointed at Nemesis counting ‘one’ on my fingers, then pointed at myself for ‘two.’ I shook my head. “We have to work on your math,” I said.
     The man struck with his sword and I disarmed him. Literally. As his sword and sword arm hit the ground, I nodded at the arm. “That’s one,” I said, patiently as the man screamed. I spun my blade and severed his other arm. It fell on the ground next to the other. “And that’s two.” The man screamed again and feinted.
     “Math hurts,” I said as the remaining three men attacked me. I parried the first aside, bouncing my blade from his blade into the chest of the second man then turned to face the third. I was too late. Nemesis was already prancing on his chest.
     I looked up at the horse and frowned. “You are a malicious bastard, aren’t you?”
     He snorted as if insulted. I put a hand up. “Sorry, I didn’t truly mean to offend your ancestors. He shook his head and walked toward the cliffs and some tufts of grass that were particularly inviting, at least to a horse. I glanced at the fisherman, making certain they were dead or properly disarmed. I found the two men near the fire. The one Nemesis had kicked was dead. The other was singed to medium rare and unconsciousness.
     I slapped the unconscious man awake. His eyes fluttered open, painfully. He sat up and saw what remained of his companions. I poignantly cleaned my blade on his shirt. He glanced at the end of the sword near his face then looked up into my eyes.
     “Run away,” I said calmly.
     He nodded, climbed to his feet, and began running south, down the beach, the sound of jangling metal accompanying his every step. I glanced at the wreckage of the camp and shook my head. “They had to play rough,” I said. “There was no reason for this.” I returned to the cage. The mermaid watched me. carefully, hiding her eyes behind her hair.
     “See,” I said, “problem solved.”
     “No,” she argued. “I am still the captive of men.”
     I frowned, glanced around me then looked at her and pointed to myself. “My captive?” I asked, laughing. “You are no more my captive than,” I glanced around me and pointed to the cliff. “That cliff. I don't need to cage a woman. That’s not my way.”
     “You’re a human. You catch us and torture us. That’s what you do.”
     I sat down next to the cage and put my arm on one of the rusty bars. I looked out across the moonlit sea. “Until tonight, I had never seen a mermaid," I told her. "I had heard of them. You. Your kind. Whatever. I have seen harpies and angels, even demons, but never a mermaid. The truth is, I thought you were a myth or just a man’s most sensual dream.”
     “You’re a nightmare,” she said.
     “Thank you,” I said, smiling, turning to face her. “Maybe I should just tie you up, rape you, then roast you slowly over a hot fire.” Fear flashed across her face. I smiled, again. “You do not have a sense of humor, do you?”
     She tilted her head to the side and her face filled with disbelief. “I have been caught in a net, trussed up in ropes, groped by filthy men, and stuffed into a rusty cage on a dry beach. The entire thing is hilarious.”
     “Good,” I said. “I like a woman who has a sense of humor.
     “I am not a woman,” she corrected me.
     I glanced at her full breasts and pale pink nipples then shook my head. “Well, part of you is.”
     “Part of you can rust,” she said. “Let me take you down to the bottom of the sea and show you how that works.”
     “You sound angry,” I said, grabbing the top of the cage and pulling myself to my feet. “Why don't I just let you out and help you to the sea and we’ll call it even.”
     “Even?” she said, scornfully. “I am subjected to the indignities of men and you want to throw me back like an unworthy catch and call it even?”
     I shrugged. “Whatever.” I fought the lock on the cage hatch then recalled the jangling I heard as the last of the fishermen had run off. “Damn,” I whispered. I searched the camp and returned with a bar of steel. I tried prying the lock apart, but although the cage was rusty, the lock was not. I couldn’t force the lock and I couldn’t find a way to use the bar to spread the bars or break a bar. I raised the bar to hit the cage and spied the mermaid below me. Her eyes looked up into mine and, in that moment, I smiled. There was no fear in them, no anger just wonder.
I lowered the bar of steel and gazed into her eyes. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered.
     She blushed and looked away. “You’re a man,” she said in disgust, trying to persuade herself that she should hate me.
     I tossed the bar to the sand and put my feet on the lowest rung of the cage and grabbed a higher rung. Then, with a groan I stood up, straining, forcing the bars apart, but they would not bend. “Too thick,” I explained, taking another grip. “I can do it for her,” I whispered, aloud, to myself, as I pulled with all my strength, not realizing what I had said.. Suddenly, a bar snapped and I fell back, stumbling, turning to fall to one knee. I was dizzy from the strain. and stars whirled about my head. I shook my head. She’d be free now to return to the sea.
     I turned toward her in hopes of catching a final glimpse of her and saw her wicked smile as she hit me across the forehead with the bar of steel. I hit the sand hard, my head throbbing and my world turning black.

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SYNOPSIS:

     Silver Quill Alpha comprises tales from various h\genres including, but not limited to: romance, science fiction, fantasy, horror, western, paranormal, mystery, and drama. I allow my talent to wander so that I do not become stagnant and maintain the joy in writing that it has always given me. Most of the stories in Silver Quill Alpha are stand-alone tales, however some of them are related to novels I have written while others may be related to other short stories.

   In this first anthology are twenty short stories, a serialized novel (Phoenix of the Apocalypse), a serialized novella (Avatars), and other treats. What follows is the books table of contents:

Novel
Phoenix of the Apocalypse: Chapter 1 of 12
From the era of ‘The Last Adventurer’ comes a different kind of hero. Robust and mischevous, he loves life, sometimes a bit too much. Set on the seas of the new world of mutated terrors and the unknown horizon, Captain Phoenix is all set to sail to new horizons. All he needs now is an understanding of what he is doing.

Novella
Avatars: Chapter 1 of 3
First Generation. Two civilizations, one based on magic, another on technology, strive for the right of domination over the other and possession of a new planet.

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Science Fiction Short Stories
A Touch of Heaven
Man Kind
Complex Apartment
Perfect Home

Fantasy Short Stories
Rage of One
The Fifth Season is For Dying
Elementals and Golems
Daemon’s Blood, Angel’s Soul, Heart of Stone

Romance Short Stories
A Black Rose for My Heart
Good-Bye
Shades of Red
The Finest Reward

Horror Short Stories
A Kiss in the Pale Moonlight
The Terror in My Soul
Of Heaven and Hell
Iron Cube

Fiction Short Stories
The Penalty
Retribution
Pass the Buck
Just Enough

EXCERPT FROM A KISS IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT:

     She screamed in terror, her eyes white in the semi-darkness. This moment was the purest of terror. In a single motion, I ripped her shirt from her body, revealing beautiful, firm breasts, pale in the dim moonlight. Her flesh quivered beneath my touch. Her eyes rolled back and she feinted into my left arm. I ran my hand across her stomach, feeling the fine muscles beneath her skin. The sensation of her breast cupped in my hand was overwhelming and the ecstasy of her nipple against my palm made me delirious, but it was her neck I sought. It was the pulsing lifeblood of this woman that made my heart race. My hand encircled her throat and filled my palm with the warmth of her body, warmth I had not felt in my own flesh for years.
     In the distance there was yelling. It wouldn't be long now. They would arrive and with them the wish to slay me. I smiled. Others had tried. Others had died. I sank my teeth into her neck and drank deeply. There was no hurry. I could absorb much from her in moments. I drained her body of that which gave it life. It now warmed my heart though not my flesh. What gave her life, now gave me life, at least for a while longer.
     They spied me from the street, a light flashing toward me. I lay the body of the woman down, closed her eyes and draped her shirt across her breasts, offering her a final moment of modesty. I turned to the men rushing toward me, glared at them, smiling maliciously and wrapped myself in my cape in a sudden act of melodrama then disappeared into the night on the wings of a bat. It was this act they would remember and lusted for within their sense of drama and outrage. Large though I was as the flying creature of the night, it was difficult for them to follow my flight with their lights. I fled as a dozen men ran toward the still form lying in the alley.
     I settled on top of the corner of a stone building, kneeling there with my cape around my right shoulder and draping down toward the men five stories below me. They flashed their lights toward me again, finding me, impaling me with the brightness, though nothing compared to the deadly rays of the sun. I narrowed my gaze and glared at them. Didn't they realize they were nothing to me? They were mere sustenance for my existence. Nothing more.
     Humans spent their lives chasing my brethren and me. Oh, yes, occasionally we were caught and killed, just as, occasionally, a buck impales the wolf with his antlers, but in the end, the buck will eventually succumb and become food for a predator. These men, they refused to learn, but then, I had no wish for them to learn. If they became docile, the hunt would lose its sweetness. A predator wants his prey frightened. The fear is a prelude to fulfilling one's lust, be it carnal lust or bloodlust.

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