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“The Sword’s Quill Society
The words which have been written, from the depths of one’s heart, have given stain to the poet’s parchment. The power of the quill giving freedom to one’s words said or written, in black, outlast blood’s ink tip of sword wielded upon fresh marked was written. So said and then written, with sword’s quill it has been stricken, the war does not give token, blood spilled for now all has been written.
© 2014 By: H. Dirk Macgrieve”
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The words which have been written, from the depths of one’s heart, have given stain to the poet’s parchment. The power of the quill giving freedom to one’s words said or written, in black, outlast blood’s ink tip of sword wielded upon fresh marked was written. So said and then written, with sword’s quill it has been stricken, the war does not give token, blood spilled for now all has been written.
© 2014 By: H. Dirk Macgrieve”
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“He Compels"
Excerpt from the “Regent Saga” up in coming series.
Nails digging in like talons cutting into the flesh of his prey; he dragged his claws across the rough sawn timbers. Only digging in deeper into the wooden beams for which he hung from high in the ceiling, above this great chamber of his coven.
Maxwell then reached out from the depths of his mind; to explore the memories and as well the most secretive desires of his newly turned Queen Regent’s mind. He deeply enjoyed these new experiences with her; to be able to tease her desires by his powers over her thoughts tantalizing her imagination; how he molded her will to his wants and needs.
His hunger to taste of her only growing as each minute passed by, until those minutes became hour after hour of sweet torment. He yearned for the way she did his bidding without any knowledge of her surroundings or those that may or may not have seen her.”
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Excerpt from the “Regent Saga” up in coming series.
Nails digging in like talons cutting into the flesh of his prey; he dragged his claws across the rough sawn timbers. Only digging in deeper into the wooden beams for which he hung from high in the ceiling, above this great chamber of his coven.
Maxwell then reached out from the depths of his mind; to explore the memories and as well the most secretive desires of his newly turned Queen Regent’s mind. He deeply enjoyed these new experiences with her; to be able to tease her desires by his powers over her thoughts tantalizing her imagination; how he molded her will to his wants and needs.
His hunger to taste of her only growing as each minute passed by, until those minutes became hour after hour of sweet torment. He yearned for the way she did his bidding without any knowledge of her surroundings or those that may or may not have seen her.”
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