Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
Friday, September 14, 2012
Free Adventure Novel is free
Free as in speech, and free as in beer. Perfidy has another chapter up in his novel about Marines and Magic, The Veil Wars:
Jerome finished assembling his mojo. He lifted his arms, and the arms of his green robes slipped down to his shoulders. Between his hands a small spark hovered. It looked like the business end of an arc welder and Lewis squinted at the brightness. The Hierodeacon made a fist of his right hand, and wound up like he was on a pitcher’s mound. The spark drifted lazily back over his shoulder like it was on a bungee cord. He made as if to throw, and the spark throbbed brighter, pulsing.
Jerome threw. The spark shot up, arcing skyward and growing as it rose. It exploded, silently.
“What the fuck was that?” asked an Army private.
“Sir, what’s going on?”
Van Buskirk shouted, “Belay that shit. Let the wizard deal with the magic shit. You worry about shooting at what I tell you to shoot at.”
The latest chapter is here, you can start at the beginning here. If you like it, leave him a comment there.