It was nearing to the brink. The last of the oathman comings--the honor-bound of the Light Seekers. His heart stayed as brave as it could in front of an impassioned, impassable adversary. He was distant from aid, surrounded by darkness and fire. Encased in self-doubt and bravery. It was a thoughtful thing, you see. To … Continue reading Last of the Knights of the Light Seekers
Razorblade stopped suddenly at the next item, a statue of the third Ardoen Lord, Sir Cedric of Po. This warrior stood about 6’3” tall, and his eyes were a wide circle of power. He was also part of the olden sect, the Nordic Knights of Grace, in the kingdom of Ardoenia. The marble statue of … Continue reading Razorblade pays his respects…
Open Your Mind
My journey didn’t stop with mere time travel or writing; it led me to become one of the most sought-after empaths, a soulful psychic who reads the hidden depths of the human spirit. I’ve been blessed—or perhaps burdened—with an ability that allows me to feel the emotions of people from every corner of time.
Writing, Stories, Poetry, Opinions, Life, and Moments
all the trinkets of the day
Peace in the Imperfect
KG Bethlehem 