I am an artist. Not a professional one, yet, but an artist nonetheless. My goal is to forever memorialize the beauty of nature on paper, and have fun doing it. My hope is that anyone who views my work enjoys it. I have always had a fascination and appreciation for art, and I look forward to showcasing my creations!
My life with you
Is a life unsurpassed
So far exceeding
The dreams of the past
Each day with you
Filled with wonder and joy
So far exceeding
My dreams as a boy
A mere glimpse of you
Heavenly chorals are sung
So far exceeding
My dreams when young
But dreams have a habit
Of changing over time
And now those dreams
Are no longer just mine
Shared, those dreams
Of a future sublime
As we build our life
Together for all time
For the one I love, Ionia.
A gentle ring
The dulcet tone
Of a bell resounds
Inside my head
My heart does stutter
And skips a beat
As across the room
Our eyes do meet
A faltered breath
A sharp intake
Transcendence before me,
Make no mistake
A vision of beauty
Of heavenly descent
Perfection on earth
A miraculous event
The wonder, the joy
Of being yours
Through every impediment
Our love endures
And again I hear
That ringing inside
Leading me back
A perpetual guide
The bell, a call
To the altar of love
For you are always
My eternal love
To the most amazing woman ever, Ionia.
Angels trumpeted
From heaven on high
Cherubim swooned
And heaved a deep sigh
Cupid appeared
And aiming his dart
Fired straight and true
Piercing my heart
A magical moment
A thunderclap sound
A perfect love
We both there found
The earth still spins
And orbits the sun
But my world shifted
When your heart was won
A mere existence
Became a new life
All thanks to you
My perfect wife
Always, forever,
And eternally
The most perfect love
There could ever be.
That inner light
That shines within
Pours forth from deep
Inside of you
That ineffable essence
That defines your being
You share with me
A heart most willing
The windows to your soul
Those beautiful eyes
Those lips of wonder
Deliver kisses so sweet
My heart belongs
Entwined with yours
As does my soul
And bodily being
Your beauty unparalleled
And mind unmatched
Heart, soul, and body
Perfection, in fact
Another perfection
Is that of we two
Because more than anything
I LOVE YOU
Cover Art by Circecorp
Enter the world of Windemere with 11 action adventure short stories featuring a man who is out to make an honest living.
Some heroes seek fame. Some seek fortune. Others simply want to save the world. Ichabod Brooks only wants to put food on the table for his family.
Known and respected as the man who can get any job done, Ichabod has seen his share of adventure. Most of which have been highly exaggerated by bards. Still, the man has his famous reputation for a reason. Whether it be climbing a temperamental mountain for eggs or escorting orphans to their new homes, Ichabod takes every job seriously and makes sure he is as prepared as he can be. Not that it helps since things always take a turn for the worse.
Excerpt: Preparing for Galaces
“Is this any way to greet an old friend?” a dwarf in dark gray chainmail asks before plugging his ears with his dark red beard. Wanting the bard to stop, the mountaineer marches over and puts a hand over the young woman’s mouth. “Are you supposed to use her as bait? I did hear there’s a hobgoblin pack that moved in a few months ago. You know how those drooling scavengers love elf flesh.”
“Sorry about that, Dex. She latched on at my last stop and I haven’t been able to shake her off,” Ichabod replies, shaking his guide’s hand. He rubs his own black and white beard at the sight of how his friend shows no sign of graying. “I have to give this one credit for tenacity, but this is where we part ways. Galaces Mountain is not a place to go unless you have experience, an excellent guide, and common sense. So far, I don’t see you having any of those things and I’m not going to babysit.”
“I must go. That’s the only way I can write about your newest adventure,” the bard insists, unwittingly proving Ichabod right. She crosses her arms and meets the icy stare of the dwarf, who she considers leaving out of her tale. “Being the first to speak of your climb will help my reputation. I promise not to cause any trouble and pull my own weight. Elves are graceful and agile, which makes us perfect companions for whatever it is you’re doing. Besides, Galaces Mountain doesn’t look like that bad a climb. The stories must be nothing more than colorful exaggerations.”
Ichabod puts on a pair of white-palmed gloves and slips a blue band on his finger, a charge going through his body to enhance his lungs. “I suddenly relate very well to this mountain. Take a look at the empty space between us and Galaces. You’ll see why this place has earned a reputation.”
The bard puts her lute over her shoulder and walks to the yellow rope, which sparks with a mild magic. At first, she is unsure of what she is supposed to pay attention to among the shrubs and fallen rocks. It takes the elf a few minutes to recognize weather worn bones sticking out from under a boulder. The limbs are splayed since the climber plummeted with the rough stone pressed against his back and the landing embedded him in the ground. Knowing what to look for, the bard realizes that there are at least ten old corpses hidden by the mountain’s litter. The bard spots the fresh body of a yellow-skinned creature sitting behind a shrub, the armored creature crumpled from landing butt first after its fall. She is about to ask a question when a small pain runs up her arm and she collapses into a magical slumber.
“Guess that’s more humane than knocking her on the head,” Dex mentions while Ichabod carries the young woman to the dwarf’s cart. He shields his eyes as he stares at the churning clouds that have been trapped around the peak. “Looks like the eagles captured a storm beneath their nest this year. Means the winds are going to be brutal and the tunnels are infested with horned spiders and revelers. Not going to be an easy trip. Sure, you don’t want someone else to take this contract?”
“I’d love to hand this off to someone else, but Chef Zyrk always insists that I take the job. I have no injuries, diseases, or family events, so I’m here,” Ichabod replies, sheathing his sleep-inducing shortsword. As an afterthought, he grabs a horse blanket and tosses it over the bard to hide her from view. “The Starwind Eagles lay eggs every ten years and now is the time to get to them. Wait any longer and the mountain will be crawling with hunters. A youngster wouldn’t know that or have you as a guide.”
The dwarf grins as he lifts the rope and gestures for his friend to lead the way. “They also don’t have your wife making deals that you can’t say no to. She mentioned that you’re getting three times the usual pay because this baby is going to be prepared for Duke Solomon’s wedding. Personally, I’m looking forward to your wife’s cooking after this. Surprised your gut isn’t huge considering that woman can make a pot roast even the gods would praise. Did you happen to bring some of her dishes for the road?”
“I can cook too, you know.”
“You can bake, Ichabod. Not the same as cooking in my book.”
“So you don’t want the cookies I brought.”
“Oatmeal and cranberry?”
“With a touch of cinnamon.”
*****
About the Author:Charles Yallowitz was born and raised on Long Island, NY, but he has spent most of his life wandering his own imagination in a blissful haze. Occasionally, he would return from this world for the necessities such as food, showers, and Saturday morning cartoons. One day he returned from his imagination and decided he would share his stories with the world. After his wife decided that she was tired of hearing the same stories repeatedly, she convinced him that it would make more sense to follow his dream of being a fantasy author. So, locked within the house under orders to shut up and get to work, Charles brings you Legends of Windemere. He looks forward to sharing all of his stories with you, and his wife is happy he finally has someone else to play with.
Blog: www.legendsofwindemere.com
Twitter: @cyallowitz
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Website: www.charleseyallowitz.com
Eve Adams first full length Romance novel is available free on Amazon Saturday 1st July and Sunday 2nd July. This is the first book in the ‘Pine Point’ series. Also available in paperback.
Description:
“Brute,” by Eve Adams is the first steamy romance novel in the “Pine Point” series.
Welcome to Pine Point, North Carolina, where the summers aren’t the only thing that are too hot to handle.
Heathe Campbell is a sexy, hardworking mountain man. Good with his hands, bad with his manners—at least in the beginning.
Bianca Stone is a big city girl from Los Angeles, with a quick tongue and a no-nonsense attitude.
When she comes to Pine Point to help her very pregnant sister get ready for the baby’s arrival, she will get more than she bargained for. Surely this thing she has for Heathe is just a passing attraction, they’re like night and day. How could it ever work between them when they’re so different? They do say opposites attract…but that isn’t the only hurdle standing in their way. When a secret is revealed, it might just change things for them forever.
If you like your romance steamy and emotional, where true love matters, this is the perfect book for you.
*This is a 60k word novel that contains steamy, descriptive love scenes.
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The Curious Affair of the Somnambulist & the Psychic Thief by Lisa Tuttle
Should you find yourself in need of a discreet investigation into any sort of mystery, crime or puzzling circumstances, think of Jesperson and Lane . . .
Should you find yourself in need of a discreet investigation into any sort of mystery, crime or puzzling circumstances, think of Jesperson and Lane . . .
For several years Miss Lane was companion, amanuensis, collaborator and friend to the lady known to the Psychical Societs only as Miss X – until she discovered that Miss X was actually a fraud.
Now she works with Mr Jasper Jesperson as a consulting detective, but the cases are not as plentiful as they might be and money is getting tight – until a case that reaches across the entirety of London lands in their laps.
It concerns a somnambulist, the disappearance of…
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Death is a blessing that the Baron is not ready to bestow upon his new toy.
In the chaos surrounding the Spirit Well, Luke Callindor has disappeared and the only clue the psychic scream of agony that Dariana cannot ignore. Knowing that a journey to Shayd will result in their ultimate battle, the champions have devised another way to rescue their friend. With permission from the gods, Nyx has begun the Ritual of the Lost Lamb. It is a long and exhausting spell, which is made even more difficult by a new threat that is out to make all of the Baron’s enemies suffer.
It is a race against time where every minute lost brings Luke Callindor one step closer to a fate worse than oblivion.
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Ichabod Brooks
Slapping a few gold coins on the bar, Ichabod Brooks helps himself to a mug of ale and the last bowl of an old stew. He cautiously sniffs at the reheated meal a few times before taking a tiny bite, which he immediately spits out. With a sigh, the dark-skinned man tosses the dish into an empty sink and walks out from behind the bar. Pushing a pair of rainbow-tinted glasses back up his nose, the nervous adventurer takes a seat and tries to relax his aching muscles. Finding a jar of pretzels, he grabs a handful and does his best to eat the stale snacks. It requires several gulps of the decent ale to get the food down, his stomach complaining about the abuse after days of meager meals. He stares out the open window even though the streets are empty, except for stray animals. Watching a…
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