The feast is over and the lamps expire.”
| — | Robert E. Howard |
A blog about my writing and interests, in whatever bizarre and esoteric field they may fall.
David can’t remember a time he wasn’t writing. From
the primordial splash of a drowning
Atlantis to a pair of vigilantes' six-guns blasting raw justice in the
old west. From obsidian tipped arrows raining down on Cumorah’s slopes,
to crusaders'
broadswords sweeping over shadowy terrors, and on to the cold vacuum of
space and the birth of a new star, David is there, recording it all for
your edification and amusement.
7 comments:
Cryptic...
I guess that's it then. So sorry, David :(
Doesn't sound good, my friend. I'm sorry.
Sorry, sir. All my prayers to you and yours.
I am so sorry. You and your family remain in my prayers. Hang in there. Holler if you need anything.
Appreciated friends. It's all over now, she's gone, I just have to get her to sign the papers that she asked for...
The kids and I are dealing, but its hard.
Sorry, David. That's rough. I'll keep you all in my prayers.
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