Illusion of Grandeur available for pre-order!

I’ve been working since before the release of Through the Lichgate, trying to give Thana’s self-absorbed classmate Pierre a chance in the spotlight. The book is finally finished, and I couldn’t be more proud of it!

Illusion of Grandeur is available for preorder now!

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Illusion of Grandeur follows Pierre Chastain, a teenage illusionist in over his head. He’s built himself a life, a world, an identity as someone powerful, and the events of the first book have shattered everything he set up.

How is he going to deal with Thana and her necromancy, with the knowledge of what she has done?

How will he handle the magical agencies that are starting to take notice of him and the Drama Club?

If it comes down to it, and he has a chance to escape this life and take control of everything around him, what will he do with it?

I can’t wait for people to get their hands on the book, to dive into Pierre’s head and experience the smoke and mirrors that come with being an illusionist. After all, the power to emulate the senses, to create reality, is enough to fool anyone.

Even yourself.

The book is available for pre-order on Amazon Kindle, and will be available soon in paperback as well. Expect a release December 5th!

Through the Lichgate

Illusion of Grandeur (coming December 5th!)

-Kyle Adams

DATE NIGHT WITH GOROTH

It was a Saturday when a portal to Hell opened on my kitchen table. You would think that it’d be a Monday, or perhaps Friday the thirteenth. Nope. Saturday. It was Saturday morning, I was eating breakfast, and already my weekend was ruined.

Cackling laughter erupted from the flaming hole in my table, then stopped abruptly as the demon’s head popped out. I set my phone, and my glass of iced orange juice, down on the table before scooting back. The demon looked at me with its four glowing eyes, arching one blackened eyebrow at me.

“Is this a joke?” it said.

I shook my head, hardly able to speak. There was a demon on my kitchen table. And he was four inches tall.

The demon looked down. A ring of water surrounded it, the condensation from my glass of juice. He pushed against the invisible walls that surrounded him, then snarled, showcasing dirty fangs.

“Damnation,” he said. “Not again.” Continue reading

Golem Project Part 2

Draft 1.02

Golem Project in Progress

Previous Chapter

The inking room was grungy and dim. Wessel was greeted as soon as he got through the door, by a man who sat back against a desk.

“How’s yer shoulder, little mate?”

Wessel rolled his shoulder at the prompting of the greasy, gold-toothed tattoo artist, prompting a grin from the man.

“Gifted doc, that’un. Gotchoo right up right quick, neh? Never even had to leave the waiting room.” Continue reading

Timeframe

I might have garnered some looks as I crossed Bourbon Street for my daily visit to my favorite coffee shop, a thick newspaper tucked under one arm. Why would people look? Well, for one, it was the twenty-first century. Newspapers were antiquated, though I still had one delivered to my doorstep every Sunday. Secondly, my outfit was rather conspicuous. It was as dated as the newspaper I carried, and the newspaper was marked for Sunday, February 17th, 1929.

Altogether, I was an odd sight. Long coat, a bowler hat that even a hipster wouldn’t be caught wearing, and an immaculate getup that was pressed clean from bowtie down to shined shoes. Continue reading

A specific note about dialogue tags

A note to other writers.

If you ever write a sentence in this format:

[“Blah blah blah,” He said, doing some other thing.]

It would usually be stronger without the tag. Since you have an action that is taking place at the time of the speaking, this is a great place to leave out “said.” It’s also easy to search through your manuscript for “said, ” to find and consider eliminating these clauses. That’s what I did to find the examples in this post.

So [“Blah blah blah,” He said, doing some other thing.] becomes [“Blah blah blah.” He did some thing.] Continue reading

An Immersive Game

The more atmophere, the better, right?

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I stepped into the new game shop on the outskirts of town, awed by the stone masonry that made up the place. I mean, sure, it was paper-mache or something, but it was cool. A very lifelike bird in an old iron cage sat on the counter, between the Magic: The Gathering cards and a dusty Catan box. Plenty of variety. There were cases of figures and map tiles, well-painted to the point that they looked natural. Bookshelves decorated with sigils, and only one employee, a man with a leather vast and short-cropped brown beard. I only nodded to him as I entered, enraptured with the rest of the place. Were those… oil lamps, for lighting? I probably wouldn’t be able to afford anything in this place.

Luckily, I hadn’t come here to shop.

As I rounded a corner into the back room, I saw the group I’d joined online. And that was when I started to feel a little underdressed.

“Kancles!” one of them called to me. He was probably Hagglefart, the planned fighter of the group, judging by the freaking FULL PLATE ARMOR he was wearing. A sword sat by his side.

Uh.

I didn’t sign up for LARPing. Continue reading

Golem Project

Draft 1.01

Golem Project in progress

April 30th. Wessel’s 12th birthday, and the day of his Inking Exam. The two other students standing before him, Lillian and Jakob, were celebrating their birthday this day as well. It was a day of discovery, of combat, of becoming a part of society. Wessel’s hands began to sweat.

One other figure stood in the room, behind the administrator. The figure was twice as tall as a man, plated in flexible material that gleamed with a dull bronze. Four multi-jointed arms protruded from the hulking figure, encircling the administrator. The figure did not breathe, did not move a hair. It was only there as a reminder. This was a special day for the three children, an important day. The Inking Exam. Continue reading