Trees In November — A Poem

Fading green turns to orange and red
Smoke filled nostrils, vanilla sky.
Carefully past throngs of dead,
Waiting for our turn to die.

The ways are blocked and somber.
Cold winds whip and blow.
Swaying to the tick of time,
Like trees in November.
Trees sighing in November.

Entropic forces burdening reality
Forgetting what we thought was right
Rusted — decaying creativity
Oppressive shadows of the light

The way is blocked and somber
Biting winds rip and shred
Bending to the tock of time
Like trees in November
Trees dying in November

There is little we can do
Damage cannot be undone
Looking forward but moving back
Eyes burned by the setting sun
Running scared to beat the devil
The fatal flaws of being the one

Order fleeting, darkness still
Changed forever and ever changing
No time left to waste or kill
The entire world is aging

The way eternally blocked and somber
Frigid winds howl and scream
Falling silently in measured time
Like trees in November
Trees lost in the mists of November

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The Unkind Update III

Greetings Dreamers,

I just wanted to give you a status update on where we are with release of the books, and the progress of Book II The Unkindness — for those of you who had the opportunity to read the first edition of Devlin.

Tentatively, we will be releasing the illustrated version of Devlin in Late August or Early September.  After that we will be releasing the illustrated version of Immoral Memories with an additional story and illustrations on Halloween.  Soon after — assuming my creative streak continues — Book II The Unkindness will be ready for January of 2014.

The Unkindness is coming along much better than I expected and I guarantee, you will be shocked at the end of the book.  New characters will be revealed, the identity of the immortal traitor will be revealed, and the world will be changed forever.

For those of you who haven’t had a chance to visit http://wayoftheweird.com you might want to take a chance to read the stories there.  All of the additions to the Libellus Somnium are there, and I have been blogging the new stories of The Crier at Twilight on a weekly basis.  (Sometimes daily because, well, you know how the voices in your head do sometimes)

I’m getting the final edits for Devlin next week, so we will be on our way to getting the book out to reviewers before the release.  If you are a dark fantasy reviewer, blog or otherwise,  and have a large following on twitter or your blog, feel free to contact me for an eBook version as soon as it becomes available.

The Weirdness is coming!

The Ocularim

This has been re-blogged from my fiction site Way of the Weird

Howdy Dreamers.

With our recent tussle with a beastie from the Spaces Between, we’ve decided to start doing a little more research into the subject — wouldn’t want to be caught with our pants down again, now would we? You all ain’t heard from me since we started this whole, bloggin’ thing, so I’m gonna tell the story — I’m Jack.

Today, I’m gonna talk about the Ocularim. We only know about this thing because we was in Philly over the long weekend and we came across this little hole in the wall called, Reverend Jim’s Spiritual and Occult Shop — right off an alley near South Street. It was obvious from the minute we stepped ‘cross the threshold that this weren’t any normal store — Weirdness hung in the air, almost like a wet blanket out in a summer storm. We could almost see the crackle of energy, like lightning ripples across black waterlogged clouds, threatening to strike at your feet.

The shop was choked with every item one would ever need to start explorin’ their own Weirdness, everything from Angelic Charms to a mummified Zombie hand. We found it odd that everyone else who passed the store seemed to ignore it — but later we found that only Dreamers could see it, otherwise it appeared to be a boarded up building. Obviously Reverend Jim was a master of the Weird and I wish we coulda stayed longer.

Now Reverend Jim hisself was an interestin’ thing in the story, and that’s sayin’ a lot given the things he had packed in that tiny little shop.

“Greetin’s my friend,” The middle aged black man said sittin’ hunched behind a glass counter, filled with herbs, incense, pipes and a variety of hand-made jewelry and charms. “I ain’t had a customer in a few days. Good ta see a fellow, Dreamer.” He smiled toothily, genuinely.

I started to walk towards him, with a quick wave of the hand. “Afternoon, hoss,” I said. “Name’s Jack,” I took over because it was my idea to go in. Justin and the others were a bit spooked by the place. I reckon they had a reason, but I ain’t gonna let one bad experience put the fear in my chest.

“Imma stand up,” he said, gripping the counter, and smiling at me again. I was a bit confused as to why someone would announce they’s gonna stand up. But then he did, and it was all clear. Reverend Jim was, by me eyeballin’ him, just shy of seven foot tall. I don’t get spooked, but I’ll tell you this much, he’d put a hurtin’ on some one, if he were so obliged.

I stepped over unaffected, the others tellin’ me we oughta go, but I weren’t listening. I stepped right up to that giant and offered a hand. “You Reverend Jim,” I asked as he took my hand in his, lookin’ more like a baby’s hand against his.

“Sho nuff,” Jim replied. “I ain’t no Reverend, tho. I just like the way it sounds.” He winked at me then smiled that big ol’ smile once more. I’m not much for smilin’, ain’t got much to smile about I reckon. But somethin’ about Jim kinda forced me too.

“Quite a stash you got here,” I said, looking around.

“You lookin’ for something in particular?” Jim asked, steadying himself against the counter. He was an older gent, prolly in his late 60′s.

“Yeah,” I said, the others still whinin’ in the background about wantin’ to leave. “We jus’ recently had a run in with something from the Spaces Between — kinda got me wonderin’ iffn there’s other things we oughta be thinkin about?” I explained the story to Jim, who proceeded to grimace and frown at us for flirtin’ with things we ain’t supposed to, or don’ know any better. The Gtthak seemed to bother him.

“Well,” Jim took a few minutes to consider his words, “I ain’t never heard of what you jus’ described. But there’s so much floatin’ around in that realm, you’d hafta live a thousand lifetimes to even see just a few of them. There’s all kinds of things, good and bad. Sounds like you just ran into something best left alone in the Weird.” He offered a consoling smile, “Sorry about Mr. Giggles, tho.”

I shrugged, “They’s a million cats out there iffn I want another.” Not being a cat kinda man — ‘sides, the cat is Justin’s — I didn’t really care much about the cat bein’ gone. Plus, I gotta tell you, every time that cat got to hollerin’ about wantin’ to be fed or let out, I wanted to put my foot square up his tail.

“Sho nuff,” he replied. “But, I do have somethin’ i can show you. Somethin’ I’ve had a long time, but its not like your beastie. This’n is something special.”

He leaned down behind the counter, sliding a panel open somewhere. After a few grunts and a bit of a struggle, he set a glass jar on the counter, kinda like what you’d see in a horror movie with a brain swimmin’ around inside. But instead of a brain, there was a strange lookin’ eye floating lifelessly at the bottom of the jar. If it were an eye, it didn’t have no iris, jus’ the pupil — and it had a long optic nerve that was curled up behind it.

“This here is an Ocularim,” Jim proceeded to explain. “This is one useful little creature, an’ I wish it hadn’t died.”

“Whatsit do?” I asked. The others were just as curious, I could tell because they stopped their complainin’.

“This is a symbiotic life-form. When it ain’t floating around in the Weird of the Spaces Between, it searches for a host. It feeds on Weirdness, and they ain’t no stronger source of Weirdness in the Waking Dream, than in a Dreamer or Immortal.” He poked the jar, making the liquid and creature jiggle a bit.

“Why would anyone wanna put something that’s creepy in they eye,” I asked with a bit of a grimace.

“Because its gives you the ability to see,” Jim said motioning with his hands in a wide gesture. “It allows you to see the things you can’t normally see, which can be very useful. ‘Specially since things ain’t been goin’ so well. Sleeper’s losing their minds, killin’ up people at random. We are on the edge of twilight, my friend.”

“Yep,” I nodded in agreement. “Things ain’t been fun, but this ain’t my first rodeo.”

“An’ this here,” Jim motioned to the jar, “is prolly one of the most useful things you can come across. But I ain’t found another one since this one died. It was my dad’s and he tole me to take it outta him when he died. Unfortunately, we didn’t know it couldn’t be removed without bein’ killed.”

“How’s it get in your head in the first place?” I asked, already known the answer. I peered in at the strange eye, jus’ so I’d recognize it iffn I ever came across one.

“It’ll eat your other eye, then replace it,” Jim said unaffected by the grotesqueness of the statement. I mean, I’ve had my share of pain — been shot and stabbed and they weren’t fun. But the thought of something eatin’ my eye out sounded just a bit more than I’m willin’ to sacrifice.

“Well,” I responded. “That’s sounds terrifying and painful.”

“Gotta make sacrifices to understand things, son,” He replied as I knew he would. Seems the older one gets, and more experienced with their Weirdness, they tend to be mostly unaffected by anything they come across. We ain’t been awake very long, so we ain’t had a lot of experience with the craziness out there.

“I reckon you’re right,” I replied and quickly changed the subject.

We spoke for a spell about the Weirdness and other things we’ve already talked about over the course of the months, so I ain’t gonna recap it. ‘Sides, my time is up for today and Justin’ll prolly be pissed I took over today. But, it ain’t no nevermind to me what he thinks. He still ain’t come to grips with what’s goin’ on.

So if you see a creepy eye that looks like it wants to be your friend, you might jus’ wanna take it up on its offer. Can’t be any worse than that crazy stuff Justin let out into the world the other day. Well, the eyeball eatin’ is pretty terrible, but like Jim said, gotta make sacrifices and take risks to explore the universe.

We’ll be seein’ ya soon.

Jack

The Three Realms and a Lesson in Weirdness

This has been reblogged from my other fiction site, Way of the Weird.

Greetings Dreamers!

I apologize that it has been so long since last I wrote or provided you with anything of substance. As you may remember, my last communication was about exploring your own Weirdness — or The Weirdness Experiment. Well, I have to say that since I’ve only just Awakened to my own Weirdness, I conducted my experiment, and well, I’m embarrassed to say I inadvertently irritated some beastly thing that escaped the Spaces Between and is now hiding somewhere in my apartment.

I was doing an experiment with magick circles, because from what I understand you can create a bubble so that you can see into the Space Between and well, see what it looks like. I mean, since I can’t remember being there — not being Immortal and all –and I was curious after reading about it. Well, we know curiosity kills the cat, and in this instance, my curiosity killed my cat — at least Mr. Giggles didn’t suffer because this thing ate him in one bite. Oh, and he’s definitely dead, Mr. Schrödinger.

Anyway, I saw this thing swimming around in the Weird, looking at me with these glowing blue eyes. Looked harmless enough from the confines of my magick circle. So I started to tap on the wall of Weirdness that separated me from the creature. Well, unlike fish who simply swim away when you tap on the tank, this thing got irritated, irate even and started banging on the wall between us as well, like it was trying to get in. Well, this scared the heck out of me, so I decided it was time to close the circle before it succeeded. Here is a very important safety tip for doing incantations — never mispronounce or miss a word. Rituals are rituals for a reason. And I missed one word, which was misinterpreted by the universe as something else and, well, now I have a new creepy roommate until Laertes finds a way to send it on its way.

If it gets out of my apartment I really don’t know what it will do. It yells at me in some language I don’t understand, clearly trying to communicate with me. Laertes has informed me that it is speaking in a strange dialect of Loethian — the first language, the language of the Weird. He did tell me that we needed to get the little guy back into the Spaces Between or it would complicate matters. So I don’t think there is any immediate danger, but I have been sleeping on the balcony at night, because, well, its creepin’ me out. Just in case it does get out, it kinda looks like an oily black spider with tentacles instead of legs, and it can make its mouth pretty big — poor Mr. Giggles didn’t stand a chance.

So, the moral of the lesson today, keep your cat safely locked up away from wherever you are doing your experiments. Be psychotically aware when preparing and using any incantations or rituals you may want to try. And never ever make eye contact with the creepiness that floats in the Spaces Between.

While Laertes and I figure a way to get the creature out of my apartment, I’ve posted a new section to the Libellus as translated by Laertes. The Three Realms

We will speak soon.

The Crier

In Memory to Mr. Giggles 2005 – 2013

Series Synopsis

I’ve posted a synopsis of the Waking Dream Series because I have been getting many questions on the series and the re-release of the books.  The Synopsis link is on the menu at the top.

The Waking Dream Series is in the same type of genre as The Dark Tower Series by Stephen King, or The Incarnations of Immortality by Piers Anthony.  However, unlike those series, I have plans for many many books and short stories.  While the main series is three trilogies, there will be much more to the Waking Dream Universe.

You’ll also want to visit The Way of the Weird website as it is an ongoing work of fiction, aimed at explaining the philosophy and mythos of the Waking Dream.

Follow me on this journey and help me mold the story to keep you engaged and wanting more.

I thank you all for your continued support!

Amazing News!

I’m beyond excited to tell you that my book is going to be published by Assent Publishing/Phantasm Books.  So I am finally saying good-bye to indie publishing!

They are currently picking up both my books for distribution so they will be re-edited, reformatted, and illustrated.

The original first additions will be available on Amazon until the ink is dry on the contract.  So if you’re interested in a new way of thinking, and a journey into a dark fantasy world, you should definitely check them out. These are now collector’s editions.  The new versions will be in hardback and paperback.  Thank you all for your continued support!

Waking Dream: Devlin Book I

Immortal Memories: Volume I

The Way of the Weird

I have been asked by many people to explain the philosophy of the Waking Dream.  As a result, I’ve set up an entirely new blog at http://wayoftheweird.com

This blog is written from the perspective of the new Crier at Twilight who, having recently been freed from the control of the Beast, has taken it upon himself to spread the word of the Waking Dream and to assist Dreamers in awakening to the realization of the Waking Dream.

You can use your existing WordPress Account to subscribe to the blog, and get access to hidden content.

I hope you join us!

Immortal Memories Free Promo

In anticipation of my new novel release at the end of the month, I am giving away kindle copies of my collection of short stories called Immortal Memories.  This collection of stories is meant to acquaint the reader with the new world I am creating in my dark fantasy series called Waking Dream.

You can grab your free copy on any device with the Free Kindle App [iPhone, iPad, Kindle, Android, Windows Phone or PC] at http://www.amazon.com/Immortal-Memories-Volume-I-ebook/dp/B00AP5NP3O/ref=tmm_kin_title_0

Paperback version is only $9.99 if you prefer, available at the same link above.