Inspiration comes from experience. My imagination is like a cauldron bubbling with all the things I’ve seen and places I’ve visited. My brain mixes them all up and regurgitates them in a way I hope is original. -Eoin Colfer
Inspiration comes from experience. My imagination is like a cauldron bubbling with all the things I’ve seen and places I’ve visited. My brain mixes them all up and regurgitates them in a way I hope is original. -Eoin Colfer
Sycker groaned…
_Hurts…_
_Everything hurts…_
He opened his eyes, greeted by darkness. The air was stuffy and warm, suggesting a sealed room. Underneath, he felt a firm mattress, with no blankets to cover it.
Sycker tried to sit up. As he rose, a sharp pain stabbed into his head. He grunted and set his feet on the floor. The floor was cold and hard beneath his feet and ridged between tiles. Sy...
The door closed with a click. The vehicle lurched forward suddenly before Percy hit the brakes and stopped it again.
“Sorry man, the gas is a little touchy.” Alex tightened his grip on the arm rests. Percy gave him a questioning look. “You seem a little stressed.”
Alex forced himself to relax. He was a mess. Hadn’t been able to sleep for days, not with the constant chatter in his brain. Figures,...
The hood didn’t do much to conceal his identity. Anyone with functioning eyes could see the crooked horns jutting out from the back, and the scaly tail swishing around his feet. Even a blind man would know from the smell. Sulfur and rot, badly hidden by spices and fresh flowers. If one stood face to face with him, they could feel the hot sparks on his breath, hear his rugged airflow attempting to ...