For those of you who like to feel the book in your hands, feel the paper between your fingers as you turn the pages, and get that satisfaction from closing the cover and setting the book down after you’ve devoured its contents…
The paperback will be out as soon as it passes the review phase but the kindle version is ready now, now, now! It’s called The Information Broker. (I bet you already guessed that). As with our previous stories, I’m sure games and other shenanigans related to this new work will be forthcoming. For now… I’m just going to leave this here…
Is Kingdomites a word? Kingdom people? People of the Kingdom? All of you wonderful people reading this here post?
Anyway, however you prefer to be addressed, it has come to my attention that I, Revis Edgewater (First Knight of the Matticus Kingdom) have yet to shamelessly promote the new short story that I have published on Amazon called Blackmoon Conquest.
The brick courtyard sparkled in a thousand shining rectangles, where the light bounced and danced off the more sunken stones, left slick by the morning dew. I wanted to hop over the wet ones, in a morning waltz, or perhaps more of a swing, but there were too many of them, scattered almost haphazardly but still with a sense of balanced symmetry that made it impossible. Surely, I would have fallen. Then again, some risks are worth it in this life, are they not? We are constantly striving to live safer, to live longer but does that dampen and deprive us of adventures we might have had otherwise?
The brick courtyard shimmered in a thousand radiant rectangles. The lamps cast their soft light downward where it reflected up in thin pools of water that had come to rest in the pre-dawn hours. One light above created hundreds of lights below, dancing together one with the others in a beautiful ebb and flow as I walked across the dry stones. I wanted to skip, to play, to join their dance and sing the songs of morning that were bursting from my heart…
And yet, I didn’t.
And that is something I may always regret.
The brick courtyard dazzled my eyes and set my mind racing with dreams of adventure. What might have been if only I had risked giving in to that moment? Likely nothing of great importance, no life changing epiphanies, or spiritual awakenings. But rather than telling you about that one time I saw a beautiful dance floor spread before me and I chose to walk, I would be telling you how I sashayed my way into the day instead. And who wouldn’t want to read that?
She spent her mornings hidden in the cart return of a closed grocery store. The alcove provided shade and gave her some privacy to just be, away from the judging eyes she dealt with the rest of the day and away from the predatory eyes that came out of the night. Sometimes the patrons visiting the neighboring stores would catch a glimpse of her and hurry their steps away. Other times they would stop to talk, or offer money and food and she accepted those. She never asked for their charity, though. She didn’t stand out in the open with a sign, announcing her presence and begging. That wasn’t really what she wanted even if it was what she needed.
Her only possessions were never out of hands’ reach, in an old and battered backpack she had picked up somewhere along the way. When she found herself with extra cash, for one reason or another, she would go to a laundromat and wash her clothes. Once she even splurged on a hotel room so she could have a proper bed and a hot shower. That had been a long time ago, though, and she couldn’t remember when it exactly was. Just as she could no longer remember the story that went with each of her missing teeth. She knew some had rotted out and some had met more sudden ends but that was the end of it. She kept her nails long and her hair short. Occasionally she would pal around with others like her but for the most part she enjoyed solitude. She found it hard to trust people and she had found there was usually more safety in being alone. Everyone has issues and when she was by herself she only had to deal with her own. But humans are social creatures and when she felt the craving for someone to talk to she would visit the places where she knew she could find someone. Then it was only a matter of striking up a conversation and finding someone to pal around with for a couple days.
As the foot traffic in the shopping center picked up, she would pack up her bag and wander off. There were a series of parks nearby where she could sit in the shade of a tree to pass the hottest part of the day. Then as they heat began to dissipate, when the nightly marine later rolled back in from the coast, she would head towards the spots she knew she’d be safer during the long hours of darkness. Just safer. There was never a guarantee of absolute safety no matter where she went. But, as she had realized when she made the decision to live on the streets, homes only provide the illusion of safety as well, there is no place that is and will always be completely safe.