The Nightmare Plague: At the Crossroads

The night was soft, gentle, easily lulling people to slumber, And yet, a rumble came through the distance, The sound swelled, as a great tide before crashing into the shore, What may have been thunder took on something less welcome, That of a multitude of horsemen, all too familiar to those whose ears it touched,... Continue Reading →

Well, it’s rapidly closing in on midnight and I am still drinking coffee. Also, a rare moment that I am not wearing a hat. I have started on Book One of The Nightmare Plague and the working title is Bilal. It will pick up on events in the serials that I post on the blog, in particular upcoming events. Bilal had been away from Amman for a short time, when instincts told him to return. He finds the city being tainted by nightmares and the veil between reality and the dreamscape is thinning. I had hoped to finish chapter one tonight, but, well, I’ve been lazy. I hope everyone is having, or had, a safe and pleasant night and may the coming year provide you with happiness and contentment. All my love, darlings.

The Children of Bilal, Complete

He stood on the roof’s edge, sweeping his gaze across the city.  So many were sleeping peacefully elsewhere, but this place was alive with sounds of life.  Street vendors were gaily calling out to those passing by, bright lights cast their colors across those searching for tonight’s pleasure, and over all of this were the... Continue Reading →

The Children of Bilal, Part Five

Irfaan gasped, his words emerging breathlessly. “Bilal, what is that?” The older bear looked as shocked as his companion. “I have no idea,” he stated, “it isn’t a ghost or a phantasm.  However, it is also between us and the door.  Isn’t there a window behind us?” “There is.” “Then we should be exiting through... Continue Reading →

The Children of Bilal, Part Four

Bilal gripped Irfaan by the shoulder and, with a warm smile, led the younger bear down a maze of alleys.  Another tormented soul was pulling at the bear and he was pleased to see that his new friend was reacting to it. “Just remember,” Bilal stated, “try not to get lost in all the cries... Continue Reading →

The Children of Bilal, Part Two

There were so many nightmares drawing his attention, but Bilal focused on two brothers.  Their dreams had become intertwined, tainted by another presence.  They slept fitfully, any rest disrupted by whatever was preying upon them.  Rather than sitting outside to avoid intruding on their home, Bilalslipped into the small apartment.  The dwelling was one room... Continue Reading →

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