Music for Writing: Heroes del Silencio

Heroes del Silencio, with Enrique Bunbury’s awesome vocals, forever has a top spot among my favorite rock bands.

Vaironian Tides: Chapter 38

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Darion deals with Meric Treih for his actions against Vaironia and Tildar, in Vaironian Tides, Chapter 38. Here’s an excerpt:

“I assure you, this is no game,” Darion responded calmly, his state of mind that of the cold negotiator who had risen rapidly up the ranks. He opened the box, pulled out a meticulously designed platinum gauntlet and placed it onto his left hand. Tolrek looked at Ashrom, noting how keenly Darion’s older brother was watching the proceedings.

 

Music for Writing: Xavier Naidoo

Xavier Naidoo has a strong, rich voice, which is why I’ve been listening to him for over a decade.

 

Music for Writing: Nyusha

Nyusha hails from Russia. I stumbled onto her work a few months ago. She has a very cool vibe!

Making A Difference…

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Nikola Tesla by Napoleon Sarony

Nikola Tesla by Napoleon Sarony

Whether it’s Tolrek recovering in a QikMed or the Kaved Force Field protecting Armando and Izdahl, I love to feature technology in my stories. That’s why I admire brilliant people like Nikola Tesla, a prolific inventor. The Oatmeal started an awesome project to honor him. Check it out and contribute if you can!

 

Music for Writing: Róisín Murphy

Róisín Murphy is an Irish artist. Formerly of Moloko, she shows how much of powerhouse she is on her own.

 

Music for Writing: Gareth Meek

I stumbled onto Gareth Meek’s compositions towards the end of December 2014. This is one of my favorite pieces by him.

Vaironian Tides: Chapter 37

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stressDarion deals with Tolrek’s frustration about the challenges he faced during the past few years, in Vaironian Tides, Chapter 37. Here’s an excerpt:

Darion covered Tolrek’s left hand, which had formed a fist on the table. Then, he squeezed Tolrek’s arm to soothe his lover, who refused the attempt at comfort. Instead, Tolrek stood and left the dining room, going out to the balcony. The crisp night air of the empire’s capital cooled his skin. He took several deep breaths, as he tried to get himself under control, gripping the marble banister of the balcony. A chunk of it crumbled and fell to the manicured lawn below. His eyes traveled the length of the balcony’s banister and saw that various cracks had appeared through it.