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THE LUCIFER CHRONICLES

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Satan's Historian book cover

THE WATCHER BOOK COVER

The Fallen book cover

SHORT STORIES

POSTCARD BOOK COVER

Field of Bones book cover

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Another shot from Tempe and the ASU Arts building.

Another shot from Tempe and the ASU Arts building. I guess I’m feeling the #blackandwhite lately.

Kicking it old school with a good old film shot in

Kicking it old school with a good old film shot in Tempe, AZ.
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#filmphotography

I have very few shots of a cool old car and a colo

I have very few shots of a cool old car and a colorful door all in one image. This is one of them...happy Thursday everyone! •
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#santafenewmexico

The noise in the bar multiplied with each drink po

The noise in the bar multiplied with each drink poured. I wore a scowl that normally scares people away, but one pint earlier, a tall, twiggy man, dressed in style-mashed clothes, planted himself across from me. “You don’t mind do ya?” He didn’t wait for me to speak. “You heard of Hephaestus?” His deep-set eyes studied me as he waited for an answer. “Only Hephaestus I ever heard of is the Greek god of fire,” I said. “Yes.” Twiggy pointed a bony finger at me. “That’s the one. Every Tuesday, at five-oh-five, he pulls up in the loading zone right outside this window.” He chews a nail cuticle and continues. “He orders two drinks, plays a game of pool right back there, and then calls it a night.” Twiggy’s eyes turned shifty, looking everywhere at once.
He was unsettling, and I wondered whether I wanted another beer bad enough to sit here with him.
Twiggy settled his gaze on me once again. “I can tell you don’t believe me. But I heard it from a friend who heard it from a waiter who works here. Said it smells like singed wires for an hour after the god leaves.” I finished off the dregs of my ale. “Singed wires? Well I guess it has to be Hephaestus then, with the smell and all.” I wanted to mock him more but didn’t have the energy. “What do you want with the god? Have a drink with him? Hire him to burn down an empty rental property so you can claim insurance?” Before Twiggy could answer, a low throaty growl came from outside as a patchwork muscle car slinked around the corner and parked in front of us. Painted red flames over the front wheel wells appeared to flicker and spit fire down the sides of the car until the car stopped. “It’s him,” Twiggy whispered.
I watched a monstrous man unfold from the driver’s seat, as if the lid was pulled off of something to reveal a mighty bronze statue, flawed and vicious, with eyes erupting with flame. The god peered through the window at me, scorching away my disbelief with a mere glance. “You see?” Twiggy said and nudged my elbow. “I do,” I said, not realizing that my life was about to change in every way possible. I wasn’t prepared for it. But I suppose no one is ever prepared to walk with the gods.

Don’t you want to take a peek and see what’s o

Don’t you want to take a peek and see what’s on the other side?
#curiosity

It’s a black and white kind of day... • #black

It’s a black and white kind of day...
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The sun touched its fingers on the mountain tops a

The sun touched its fingers on the mountain tops as I found the cave. It was steamy and damp. The air fluttered with dust mites and flies. In the distance, I heard water running. In my mind, the cave would pulse with a thousand black wings as I’d trudge through layers of droppings, or a mighty hammer of some ancient god would fall from the sky to crush me, but there was nothing like that. The sun found its way through a cavernous hole above, glowing warm against the rocks, lighting them up like bars of gold. Something was in there, waiting.
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I clutched the rope in my hands; it felt real and ugly in this place. “Show yourself!” I meant to shout, but it slipped out as a whimper.
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The trees shuddered and split as a ghost of a beast appeared and picked its way across the rock, spreading light and warmth into the very cracks of the cave. You trespass. Leave the way you came. It spoke to me as one should not be able to, within my mind. It was an old and lonely voice. I stood there, not able to move.
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A breeze swirled at my feet, stirring up dirt as the weeds and grasses danced. The water shone like jewels in behind the beast and for one who has never believed in magicks and myth, I found myself lost in the very center of such a thing. This was a beast of legend. Its hide would fetch more gold than I or my children could ever spend. And yet, I could only watch as the rope in my hands withered and turned to dust. My sword and knives fell useless to the ground, sinking into the marshy landscape as grass and rock covered hilt and blade.
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The beast said nothing more but melded into the light until I stood alone in the growing darkness. The sun dipped in the sky and I could no longer feel its warmth in the cave. Time passed. I followed the path I had taken in and made my way down the dark mountain. I never told a soul about the mythical beast, not until this moment. Seems to me that now is the time to believe in such things…
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#wildhorses

The bell tolled across the desolate land. It sound

The bell tolled across the desolate land. It sounded rich as life. It sounded sweet as hope. And it led them home. •
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#sanxaviermission

Sometimes V is for Buick... • • #vintagecars

Sometimes V is for Buick... •
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#vintagecars

“I won’t be scared, I promise,” the small al

“I won’t be scared, I promise,” the small alien whispered. It nearly tripped on its back tentacles in its hurry to take a turn at the window. Its large eyes wouldn’t, couldn’t blink as it stared through the tempered glass and into the caged environment created for this show. Its guardian took a place at the next window.
Inside, three humans; a woman, a man, and a young man child huddled together so tightly they seemed as one creature. The small alien pressed its flat nose against the glass, hoping for a smell of the humans. But there was no scent, and the humans didn’t move. Not until its guardian tapped, and then banged its thick knuckles against the window.
That’s when the exhibit went mad. The one labeled ‘man’ untangled its strange four-limbed body from the others. Stumbling, the human raised a bony limb in the air and charged at the windows, his flattened teeth flashing, his grotesquely hairy head lolling from side to side as fluid spewed from his mouth.
The man’s screeching blew through the speakers, startling the small alien who jerked back from the window. Human limbs hammered against the thick glass between them. Bang. Bang. Until the glass ran red.
Inside the cage, a blast of high-powered steam blew from the ceiling, forcing the human to the floor where he scrambled backward on all fours. Back to the rest of his species. They howled and clawed and shook.
The small alien scuttled to its guardian, nuzzling into its layered folds for protection as they made their way out to the main park. It took a turn of the moon and a snack of candied lizard to calm the small alien. They said little on their way back to the pod. And for months after, the small alien’s dreams were haunted by screeching, four-limbed creatures with pale eyes and flat teeth.
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#aliens

The whole world is a work of art... • • #never

The whole world is a work of art...
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#neverstopexploring

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