All Hail the Great and Mighty Villain

I have never liked, approved or even accepted the idea that a villain, or a hero for that matter, should be divinely blessed in their actions. Many villains are given access to remarkable luck that saves them time and time again, with allies that will die for them while simultaneously never questioning them for any particularly good reason, a society of “good people” that step aside, or even assist them under some weak pretext, and, if that’s not enough, is given some cheap-shot power or weapon

The End and the Beginning

Recently, Zane had gained his citizenship after the Underworld, the society which had secretly housed vampires, liches, werecreatures and magicians for centuries, had collapsed under the weight of public knowledge. When he was given a choice of districts to live in, he decided to go back to his beginning, to the county he was born and raised in. No reason, really. He just felt a bit sentimental at the time. - Chapter 1 of Clan of Midnight              When one world ends another always

The Randomness of Reality

A young man with long blond hair, no shirt and a blue and green Hawaiian style bathing suit stepped out in front of him as he approached the chapel. “Hey dude,” he said. “What’s up?” He looked athletic, attractive but also as stupid as dirt. He had a dumb beach guy’s grin on his face.             “Something I can help you with, Spicoli?”             “I don’t get it, dude,” he replied.             “It’s—” you dumb, dumb bastard “—nothing. What can I help you with?” ~Excerpt from Clan of Midnight;