He doesn’t want to be a hero … he just ends up in the right place at the right time and can’t help himself. He’s introverted and doesn’t like a fuss being made about him. He’s quiet.
He has long black hair and almost white blue eyes that have been augmented to see a broader spectrum of light that normal people.
He’s freakishly tall because of his alien lineage.
Sometimes a person I meet will conjure images in my mind. Sometimes it is their name that inspires the image, as it did with Ralis Kahn, who I met at Haunt X (he’s a special effects make-up artist, not much like my character sketch). The following sketch came to mind when I first saw a…
Torg is a character from my first novel (working title “Patricia Arian Richfield”). His name has an interesting story: In my copy of The Sword of Shannarra, there was a pull out painting of the characters by the Hildebrandt’s in the center. Their rendering of Hendel looked more like a Torg to me, for some…
This little piece first came to me while I was working at SCO in Santa Cruz. Later, while working at City of Hope, I expanded and tweaked it into this faux science abstract. Enjoy! ABSTRACT Mitochondria, the powerhouses of the cell, of each generation are obtained from the mother. Therefore, all mitochondria can be, theoretically,…
Once, while we were driving around in Tampa, Fla., a saw a license plate that I immediately jotted down. It was “WUD4OG” … Wood for Og. The idea struck me: Who is Og? This is what I came up with: Og is a 7-foot troll. He is kind hearted–the kind of person who rescues butterflies….
The crunching sound of someone walking along the path broke the silence of the refuge. Silence, of course, defined as a place where no human ear is receiving sound waves. The refuge is a place where nature thrives and the half-way-there souls await their payment. Today, after centuries of only birds singing, animals scurrying and…
Here is another sample chapter draft from Lord Vayne. The crunch of autumn leaves sent the squirrels scurrying for the trees. Maria enjoyed this time of year for its rich colours and sounds, if not for its temperature. No longer a young woman, the cold hurt her joints. But even this pain would not keep…
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