Saga of Bohok Sticky
I am writing a new story and posting it up here on the blog as I finish chapters.  I am doing this for two reasons: One to hopefully entertain everyone, obviously. The second is I believe that the internet and blogs are causing a resurgence of the serial novel. Serial novels came about when an earth shattering form of communication changed the way that people perceived their world, NEWSPAPERS. When newspapers first began circulating they had the same effect on the populous of the time as the Internet does today. Suddenly a wealth of information that had never been available to the average man was available on a daily basis. Like the Internet, it took people

Saga of Bohok Chapter 3
Chapter 3   The gulls were the first to find them, their shrieking calls bringing Bohok out of his sorrowful state of mind.  Bohok once again looked at the great dead beast and made his decision; he had to tell the tribe.  He untied the rope from his hand and let it fall to the ground. He gave the creature one last look, turned, and dove into the river. Swam quickly to the other side and started running, not even bothering to shake dry before he started. It was a long run back to the tribe. He had been in exile all summer. He had camped alone on the banks of the river waiting for the travelling fish to come up stream and with them his redemption. He h

Bohok gets his own page.
I started a new page—look over on the right, yup there it is– for Bohok. I will post up all the chapters onto that page so that they appear in order. If I keep putting them up as posts I’ll have the book backwards on the blog, which is okay if you are reading it as I post but I hope that some people catch on later and I’d like for them to be able to read it from start to end. Tchuss Lystra ps chapter three coming soon!

Saga of Bohok Chapter 2
Chapter 2 The tears first shed were for the strangely noble beast dead in the sand before him but the subsequent ones fell for different reasons. They were for his father and for himself. The tears for his father were tears he never dared let loose amongst the dispassionate Fish-Eaters. Theirs was the way of the river, all emotion flowed through them and they let those currents wash away all anger and grief. Fish-Eaters never showed outward emotion, and those who could not control themselves and their feelings were found wanting. A man of the Tuitar Clan never cried and never lost his temper. He never let emotion run his live or shape his judgment. The river ca

Saga of Bohok -Chapter 1
Chapter 1 The river was freezing, even this late in the summer the water was fed by glaciers high in the mountains and never truly lost its chill. Bohok climbed up onto the sandbar and did his best to shake off the water. Soon the sun would warm the black sand and the shallow water surrounding it but now the sand squishing up between his toes was as cold as the surrounding waters. The swim had been miserable but necessary. The best place to catch fish was in the deep channel along the sandbar. The river was too low everywhere else for his nets to work properly. The sun was slowly peeking over the mountains to the east as he readied his nets. His father h