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 Pyromage illustration by Cynthia Hlady Word Count as of May 2017: 75K I've been averaging 7K words a month on Pyromage. Considering my ghost writing churns out 100k monthly this is pitiful progress. Pitiful. But I have a cover concept idea, a light at the tunnel of the end of book 1 and a checklist to go through before edits. Can I list off my excuses as to why the 7K words on Pyromage? How about a promise to direct my 100K churn out to pyromage? But when I do 100k I can't say it's the "best" of me. I write these stories because they are my "one for me" books. When I write to market, I write what readers want. When I write what I want, it's a book for me. I produce and publish other authors books and that also consumes my time. I'm not whining about publishing though. That is a labor of love. I love my authors and I will keep going as long as they want! Back to Pyromage. I've shown the inner circle my concept. 9 out of 10 would buy the book based on the cover. Awesome. Now I just need to finish the story and make sure I check off all the ticks on the epic list.  Laugh at me all you like. But I am taking this seriously because...hello...there is a formula and it works. And, I naturally fell into this model even if unconsciously. So, here goes... 1. Young protagonist.
2. Killed his parents, family, friends and entire village (total accident). 3. Old bearded master/mentor. (Does this mean I have to put a beard on Elddyn and Kuval?
4. Magic and supernatural power. (Images of the devil's dagger are coming). 5. A villain who wants to dominate the world. (Arkenu - Again, images of his character coming)  This is my representation of Arkenu 6. Bad one who wants to redeem himself. (Which is actually #1, our hero.)
So, I have twists on the epic story line that make it unique. #1 is #6. There are two #3's. #5 used to be #3. I'm hoping the connections create intrigue while trying not to turn people off on the homosexual streaks and yet trying to satisfy those who like it because the next phase in society is acceptance of everyone's diversities. I truly believe it is diversity that helps a species grow. Hopefully we can pull it off unlike the Romans. Well see. The internet is subject to electricity as the dead sea scrolls were subject to a dry, clean environment so here's hoping the world doesn't have a massive EMP strike and we all go down along with internet knowledge where we have to start all over again. Okay...moving away from the change of subject. Where was I? Oh yeah, excuses. Well, in all honesty, I'm also working on working title TRIAD. That one was written 10 years ago and my first story, and I'm still editing it because it really, really needs it. I took these 10 years to get good at writing so I can do that story justice. It is massive, conceptually heavy and has the ability to easily confuse readers. There are many WTF! moments--and I wrote it. It is, in a word, my opus. The world is massive and I can't reveal that all in one book. It will be a series. There are twists on elves, twists on demons and new conceptualized creatures that are mostly human...aaaaand that's all I'm going to say about that WIP. Pyromage is coming along and *I predict* this first book will be 85K - 90K words. The most difficult reason why it takes me so long is trying to keep up with the different series I want to write. There are three.
No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted without written prior permission from the publisher. This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, events, incidents and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence. Please note: You will find grammar errors as this is a first draft. If you would like to start at the beginning, click the button below.  Excerpt ♦ Pyromage Kuval set the bucket down, leaned back on the table and considered me. “No.” I raised my head to look at him. “What, are you judge, jury and executioner?” “Death is the easy way out. You’re not getting the easy way.” “Wonderful. No out for me.” Kuval stared at the ground, no doubt in reflection. The care-freeness had been wiped from his demeanor. He snapped out of his thoughts, straightened, and sat next to me. He was within burning distance with our hips touching. “Tell me her name.” Kuval laid a hand on my stomach. Despite it all his touch calmed the fluttering of angry bees inside. “Why? So you can know all the gory details?” “You’ve been holding onto this for six years, right? That can’t be good.” I turned my head away. For several moments all that connected us was his hand on my skin and our hips touching. This was worse than two elements fighting to get to each other through me. Kuval made lazy circles around my navel. He looked at my midsection as he spoke. “I never knew my mother. She took off when I was young.” My eyes looked up into his thoughtful face. “You might think I’d hate her for that, but I don’t. I’m glad she got out. As for my father…well, he was a drunk that like to fight his son and prove he was still the man. More nights than I’d like to admit he mistook me for a girl.” He cast a smile at me. “I know it doesn’t seem like it, but somewhere out there, there’s somebody else that has it worse than you.” Damn him. “Va…” my voice choked up and I cleared my throat. “Vavara.” My eyes stung and I stared up at the ceiling. “She was fun. Lively. I could have…stayed with her. She…um…we were exploring. The kind when kids are horny. She went down…on me. I…I think there was a split-second when she knew, or she—felt pain, maybe. Then…cinders.” I closed my eyes. Judgement from Kuval of all people, would shatter me. That’s all I ever received. People’s eyes accusing me of crimes they built in their heads. A part of me didn’t blame them. If only they knew the truth was worse. Kuval wiped a thumb over my wet cheek. “Damn. Dragon tears. Elddyn would kill me for letting them fall like this.” Lips pressed to mine. Thoughtless, I opened my mouth and let his tongue sweep me away. He still tasted of prime meat and juices. My cock twitched and came alive. I ripped my head away. “Wait.” “All that you’ve been taught has gone against your instincts. You don’t actually hate this, do you?” “No.” I couldn’t look him in the eye. “Does it feel wrong?” “No. Just inappropriate.” Kuval laughed. “Inappropriate—I’ve been called worse.” “So have I.” For a moment Kuval sat by my side, gazing at me, pushing his fingers over the mess of grilled meat, saliva and olive oil. Heat might evaporate water, but food and grease clung to everything. “Are you going to bring me in? Collect the bounty on my head?” “No.” Kuval shook his head. “That just frightens me more.” He grinned. “I do plan on finishing what I started.” Kuval stepped off the alter and leaned over my stomach. “Why?” I threw a look of disbelief. “Because the thought of watching you explode after a six-year hiatus is too tempting.” He bent down and sucked the pool of juices trapped in my navel. His tongue rolled inside my concave belly-button. A lightning strike sensation flashed through my middle and down to my balls. Shhhiiiit. I pulled on my bonds. My cock bobbed to life. I squirmed not knowing if I should like this, fight it or both. My breathing hitched and I turned my head to the side, trying to escape from absorbing the intense attack. “Let me set you free.” He fetched a vial from the case. “That’s not going to work. I’ve tried a few things. Nothing works.” The pressure of hormones was a ferocious hunger and despite the risk, I’d used water, containers and even fire to try and counteract the aftermath of my orgasm. “Now you’re just admitting to other blazes.” I had no defense. He was right. I’d stopped none of the fires I started. All two containers I used, one metal, one bone held for thirty seconds before they blasted apart. And my own fúrr—well that was a complete disaster. I might have well asked a thief to hold all my gold. Water did douse the lava, but I paid for it. The relief wasn’t worth the pain. Kuval caressed my abs with his tongue. My body squirmed with pleasure. I flexed seeking out more. Guilt crushed me. I shouldn’t give in. But maybe he was right and the vial was magic. Or maybe this was a death sentence. I could handle my death. But I couldn’t handle killing one more person from my dirty lust. “Please…wait. Listen to me.” I tried avoiding the gentle nips of his teeth along my hip. “Has it really been that long?” He swirled his tongue over my pert nipple. I shivered. “Five years, six months and ten days.” Kuval moved up and lay next to me. He set his hand on my cock as if it were a perfect coaster for his palm. “Kid, you need to let go. Everything your foster parents told you was a lie.” “They didn’t lie.” They were also the only parents I’d ever known. I didn’t consider anything foster about them. “Did they teach you that you were normal? That love comes in a perfectly prepared box? That you can only have one type of sex?” He slid his thumb over the tip of my cock. I didn’t answer. Couldn’t really. All sensation pulsed waves of pleasure from my nether regions. “Of course they did.” Kuval continued his assault. “Because they don’t understand that there are no boundaries, of any sort, with dragons.” Sighing, I shut my lip and didn’t argue. “Whatever,” I managed to squeak out. “Homura, you’ve said wait, you’ve said hold on, you’ve even said stop, but you’ve yet to say ‘no’.” I turned my face to him, cleared my throat and said, “All right then. No.” “Fine.” Kuval huffed and got up. He set the vial back in the box and closed the lid. Then he stepped on the alter near my shoulder and fiddled with the water contraption above my head, hooking the lip of the neck to a clasp connected to the ceiling. He stepped down and walked to the door. When he turned the sprocket, water rushed through the pipes. Oh fúrr. “Kuval?” “I’m going out.” He faced the door as he spoke. “I need to clear my head.” “Kuval…wait. Um…I change my mind. Go ahead, have sex with me all you want.” He shook his head. “You’re ‘no’ was resolute. I’m not someone that begs or forces himself on others.” “Okay, I’ll beg, have sex with me.” I tried for funny but Kuval didn’t laugh. He looked haggard, dejected and lonely. But I had bigger problems. Pain. Lots of it. Water would come for me and I wasn’t ready for another bout of splash tackle. He cast a look to the barrel of water. “Doa o ki ni.” Then he turned the sprocket again and slipped out into the night. “Kuval! Kuval! Please! At least tell me when you’re coming back you bastard!” I looked up at the water contraption. Oh fúrr. Oh fúrr. Oh fúrr. The tiniest of water drops peeked over the lip. Even though Water had no mouth, I could swear it grinned at me.  If you are looking for all the pyromage updates, click the "pyromage" category and start from the last post date to the current post date. The first post update was on 8/4/2016.
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