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Ivar didn't really trust, Verra, something about her made a stomach turn. Her face was familiar to him, Ivars mind kept pointing back to the memory of the little girl that was taken. Drug away from the courtyard. This pulled those wretched feelings of losing his father.
'You should kill her now,' that stinging voice echo through his ears once more. ' You have a gut feeling she had a part of that.'
"tempting," Ivar said out loud. Some of the soldiers around him nodded as to know what he was referring to. "She might be innocent of any wrong doing to my family," he said lower voice.
'oh wait really? You have not wet your blade in plenty of Innocence? Why should one more bother you?' Ivar could feel the happiness coming from The Voice knowing this bothered Ivar.

It chuckled. “I may be bound to you, but I do not take orders from you. This is not within my will.” It stopped talking making it seem as if it was thinking. “You may find that tapping into your ancestral power, me. You will find a most succulent fountain of strength.”
“Be gone you, fiend!” Ivar took hold of his sword and thrust forward into a black mist.
It growled then disappeared into the shadows, “Remember the more you seek death and blood. The more you become me.” 

Does not matter how hard the journey is. What matters is the end result.

When you sit down to write. Try to relax and reflect on where you have been. What you have been through and what you are going through. Remember that things will work out. Use this time of writing to express yourself and release the stress.

Try not to stress the big stuff. Look for the details in the story

Write... write when you can. Create memories don't forget to record what you feel

Well, it has been a while since I have written here. quick update, I have pulled my books off Amazon so I could rewrite them. I have a new book being worked now. Ivar: Blood and Steel look for it soon.
Thank you everyone who follows me and have supported me.

Yes wrote 2000 words in two hours... Write when you can

At my work desk... My mind is like a traffic jam with ideas... It's always good to have a way to make it smoothly flow into paper...

A beautiful idea was birthed in my mind's eye... No paper to right short hand... Idea faded away with the wind... Note to self carry notebook.