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I've posted the complete Chapter 2 of Martin's story up on www.charlesmryan.com--and I could use your help. Give me your thoughts on Stephan's heraldry and maybe get written into the book. Or at least walk away with a lollipop! www.charlesmryan.com

What happens when a D&D player finds himself in the Middle Ages? Like, fer reals? My latest novel asks that very question. The first couple postings on my web site drew such interest that I've decided to make it a regular feature--check out the first chunk of Chapter 2 at www.charlesmryan.com!

     Emily could feel a pressure building within the aura of the city.  She felt it in the pit of her stomach.  It made her nauseated.  Something big was coming – a great change.  It frightened her and distracted her from her studies. 

     She was starting a new unit at school on elemental cantrips and she was supposed to practice the fire and air by lighting candles with one finger and blowing them out with another.  So far, she could not even get a flame to appear on her finger at all. 

     Her other assignment was the scarier one, though.  She had to write a paper for her language teacher about her goals in the next round.  How could she know what she was going to do next round when she didn’t even know what she should do tonight? 

     She walked away

Prolog to the Stableboy's Tale

In the style of Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales

The stableboy was quite a nice person.

He worked all day in the smoldering sun;

Tending to horses, dogs, pigs, cows and sheep.

He cared for all, until he went to sleep.

He came to pilgrimage with his father,

Who was quite an energetic farmer.

The stableboy wanted to be called Fred.

Named Fredric by his mother who was dead.

She was killed shortly after he was born.

For every three years since, they come to mourn.

The father and son rode in the middle.

The third horse carried food and a fiddle.

There was enough food for them and their dog.

Their saddles were brown and as rough as log.

They wore gray cloaks, high boots, long pants and tops.

All the money they had was from their crops.

Fred planned to breed and

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Here's my new book, out yesterday! Enjoy...

Some of my fantasy fiction, for the Mor Aldenn - City of Mages setting, has been published:

Part I - Sticks and Stones

Part II - Broken Bones

Please read and enjoy.

So, I have decided that I'm going to attempt to dedicate a portion of my week days to writing a "blog novel." I'm going to attempt to fit my story into about 350 printed pages of material. I will be compiling this blog once it's complete into a full manuscript.

Obviously, commentary is appreciated. Due to the method that I'm using to publish this, I can't promise that each post will be, in and of itself, exciting and momentus. Also, it will not be run through an editor prior to posting so if any grammatical errors are found, I will attempt to correct them. One of the benefits of this medium.

I will be posting this blog  in, roughly, 500 word increments. This amounts to about 2 standard pages of written content. So, if I'm able to keep up with it, I should have a completed novel in approximately

Veterans of War

"What Happened?"

            My hearing's gone weird.  The soldier thought to himself.  I can't even hear myself correctly.  My vision's gone wacky too.  I'm goastly white all over while everything else seams normal.  No, not normal at all.  The roof and walls have collapsed.  I must have a concussion.  From what?  I don't remember.  Calm down and relax.  Think.  Yes that's it.  I'm a soldier and a bomb must have gone off.

            My vision is clearing a little.  What is that over there?  A native girl caught in the blast.  That must be her bundle of clothes she dropped.  Blood is coming out of her ears.  Maybe I can help her.  First...first thing.  Breathing, yes now I remember.  I still cannot hear anything, but I see