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Thursday, July 30, 2009

Chapter 1-2

While dealing with a bar's basement rat problem, Zaedus finds himself standing before are large, hungry, beast. With his trusty talking sword Cindy, Zaedus is about to find himself in rough spot.

Zaedus yelled at the creature, “What the hell are you!”

The creature had no reply, but it growled again.

“It doesn’t matter what you think you are!” yelled Zaedus, “Because when I’m done with you, there won’t be anything left!”

“Are you done talking yet?” asked Cindy, “I was expecting a battle not a debate.”

“Easy for you to say,” Replied Zaedus, “You’re a sword!”

“A sword with more guts than you!”

“Ha! Good one,” Zaedus would have liked to say more, but the creature was walking towards him. Zaedus drew steel, which in this case was Cindy, and charged at the monster.

It swung its jagged blade, which was expertly blocked by Zaedus, who then pushed it back and then rammed himself into the beast’s right flank in a rapid attempt to avoid the fast approaching axe. The collision worked and threw the beast off balance. It stumbled back but still managed to swing its massive axe.

“On your right,” Cindy whispered, and in response, Zaedus quickly moved to parry the beast. The beast recovered; the sword was once again moving towards Zaedus’ head. Zaedus blocked but the impact sent him backwards. His back was against the wall. The beast ran at Zaedus with both weapons in the air prepared for a final blow.

“I won’t let you make me your new outfit!” Zaedus ducked as low as he could manage, bringing himself to his knees, just as the sword and axe moved in for the kill. He felt them graze his head and silently thanked the gods for his own survival, but it was not over yet. He had no room to maneuver and could not swing Cindy.

“Sorry,” He whispered as he dropped Cindy to the floor. He lunged at the beast’s midsection, claws at the ready.

“You can take the lizard out of the swamp…,” Cindy said.

Zaedus hit the beast’s core hard and used his claws to gouge at its midsection. The beast fell backwards, and Zaedus capitalized on its stunned state. He barred his teeth and clamped onto the beast’s windpipe. With one solid twist, Zaedus ripped out its throat.

“But you can’t take the swamp out of the lizard,” finished Cindy.

“God I hate doing that,” Zaedus stood up and spat out the blood that had collected in his mouth, “It’s the exact side of me that I don’t want to be.”

“It was life or death Zaedus,”

“You’re right there,” Zaedus said as he picked up Cindy and returned her to her sheath.

“But did you really have to drop me so harshly?” Asked Cindy.

“Oh, I would have thrown you to the ground, but I was busy,”

“You’re so considerate,” Cindy sarcastically remarked.

“I try to be; I’m always thinking of others and what not,” chuckled Zaedus, “It’s how we heroes do.”

“I know,” Replied Cindy, “I happen to be the sword of one.”

“Oh Cindy, where would I be without you?”

“God only knows,” Cindy replied, “But I don’t think he’s even sure.”

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Tuesday, July 28, 2009

System Operational

Everything Is a go. I have my own url, analytics is up and running; everything is going peachy. This has been super cool and exciting. I'm a huge geek, what can I say, I like this sort of thing.

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-Liam

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Chapter 1-1: Of Beasts

Chapter 1: Of Beasts

Zadus descended the wine cellar steps watching, ever carefully, for the dangers within. This tavern was having a hideous rat problem, and someone had to deal with it; Zadus was more than up to the task. Humanity had yet to accept Reptilians as anything but evil, but Zadus was determined to change that image sooner or later. He had to start somewhere, and a rat problem was as good a place as any other.

The darkness encroached upon him and his vision was extremely confined. He stopped and allowed his blue eyes to adjust. Humans had a ridiculously dim vision in comparison to him. After his eyes adjusted, he could make out his surroundings fairly well. It was a typical cellar full of barrels and kegs. It appeared to be all at peace, but Zadus knew better. Rat problems were rarely just an extermination job.

A shelf stood on the far wall and he knew, only too well, what was behind it. A small crack and a slight draft signaled the presence of a passage –to where he did not know. He only knew that no matter where it went, he would follow it until he had exterminated whatever lay on the other side. He drew his greatsword, which he affectionately referred to as “Cindy, the Sword of Merciful Viciousness”.

“Cindy,” He said softly. “I’ve got to break a shelf – sorry.” He struck the wooden shelf and in a splintering second, it was no more.

“God, you could have just moved it. I mean it wasn’t that heavy for big strong you was it?” Replied Cindy. “What am I, a common hatchet?”

“Well, when you’re the warrior and I’m the sword, you can move the shelves around. I said sorry, didn’t I?”

“I appreciate the soft hearted sentiment of ‘sorry’,” remarked Cindy, “I forgive you.”

Zadus examined the crack in the wall and gently placed his hand inside. He pushed on a small section and found it to move slowly backwards freeing up enough space for him to slide into a small, not-so-well-hidden, passage way. This hall was quite dark with a series of unlit torches connected to the wall at regular intervals.

Zadus grabbed one, “Cindy, why aren’t you a flaming sword, so I can light this thing?”

“Because flaming swords have been known to be total jerks! That’s why!” Cindy retorted.

“Oh and you’re so wonderfully kind hearted, aren’t you? Why do they call you the sword of ‘merciful viciousness’ then?”

“You call me that!”

“Touché…” Zadus pulled out a small piece of flint he had always carried with him and used a rock in the walls to spark the torch and light it. He continued to light every torch he saw along the way.

“Who do you think replaces the torches down here?” He mumbled to himself not expecting an answer.

Zadus rounded a corner and saw what a “small rat problem” really was. The creature was no doubt some sort of vermin, but stood about 7 feet tall on two legs. It wore ragtag armor most likely the former possessions of fallen exterminators. Its brown fur was almost entirely stained red. In its left it held a massive battle axe and in its right a jagged sword. Both looked very heavy, but judging by the size of the creatures arms, it did not have trouble wielding them.

It growled and was obviously ready to destroy Zadus.

“Cindy, If you didn’t like that shelf, you certainly not going to like what I’ve brought upon us this time,” whispered Zadus.

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Sunday, July 26, 2009

So It Begins

Welcome! I hope you enjoy The White Queen, a serial novel which is being published on the web. I'm Liam Kiemele and I've been writing this for awhile and finally have a big enough buffer to start posting it online. Its been a great experience getting this far and I hope you like it.

If you like the story, tell your friends.
If you don't, tell me. I'm always looking to improve my writing, then tell your friends. I don't exactly have many ways of getting the word out, so its up to you.

Thanks for reading so far, keep it up and I'll keep on writing. I'll also post some short stories here every now and if I get a big enough audiance, I'll post other peoples stories too.

Rock Rock On

-Liam

The Beginning

Prologue

Prologue:

In a time and place far removed from our own, the land of Illium has been shattered and divided. Two separate races have long battled for control and supremacy. Humans have always ruled the dry lands while a race of Reptilians has ruled the swamps.

Long before our story begins, the reptiles became too numerous for their swamps and far too ambitious to live in such places. With this, they left in great numbers and began to seek new lands. With this, they immediately found resistance and an enemy within humans; before long, a war would rage.

For years, the battles continued unrelentingly; ultimately, the reptiles of the swamps did not have the power to be victorious; but this did not quell their warring hearts. Afterwards the remaining reptiles formed small traveling war bands. Their anger forever burning in their souls, they walked searching for vengeance.

Tensions never eased, and the battles continued. The forces of humanity easily quelled small conflicts, and little by little, an entire race was dying. The reptiles are a people doomed to fade into the darkness.

Yet, sometimes even the past is not set in stone, and the future is always unpredictable. Those who have the power to change it have the power to shape the land of Illium into what they see fit. This story is about those with that power. This story is about change.

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The White Queen

The White Queen

A Novel by K. L. Kiemele

For Marty, Jeremy, Claire, Sam and Will

For the adventures of the past,

And the adventures yet to come

Copyright Kenneth Liam Kiemele 2009

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