A Vestige of Dawn "Chapter Two"
We meet the crew of the privateer vessel named the Emerald Turtle. Captured and conscripted by the Empire of Elytia, the crew embarks on what will be their final voyage.
Do you like erotic fantasy romance narratives where the unfulfilled housewife gets ravaged by the half-man/half-bigfoot creature from the swamps (or trailerparks) of backwater Alabama? What about young-adult themed adventure sagas where the unwitting heroine takes the fight to the oppressive corporatocracy ruling the wastelands of post-nuclear war North America?
Yea me neither.
I write about dragons raining hellfire and men in metal suits solving their differences with violence. I consider myself adept in the exploitation of the semicolon which I often interchange with hyphens for no rational reason other than to screw with people. I do enjoy the occasional act of debauchery involving adverbs (that's right Stephen King). I detest adjectives which I consider nothing more than the aborted remnants of a noun's attempt to mate with a preposition. Some things were just never meant to be.