Wednesday, June 21, 2017

June 2017 1 Hour Exclusive Vlog (Patreon Exclusive)

Every month people who donate at least $5 a month to my Patreon get an exclusive hour long vlog.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

A Quickie: The War Has Begun (American Gods)

American Gods, on Starz, just finished its first season. A lot of things happened which made me happy. While I did read the novel years ago I've forgotten a lot. So I can't say how good of an adaptation it is, just that I heavily enjoyed it.

The American Gods season finale ended with the war between the old and new gods officially starting.

Monday, June 19, 2017

Crossing the Divide 60

"The Kaari died a long time ago." Selmy replied.

I wondered if he was more confused about my House still being alive or him being dead. His body was fully alive and yet in one reality he had died. Just because he hadn't asked about his death didn't mean he understood my words. It could be that it horrified him too much to say a word about it. As if by not mentioning it it would become false.

"My House only appeared to have died." I told him. "We lived by mixing our blood and hiding. By the time I was born there was no other Kaari alive. The closest I have to a blood relative is Viserion, former dragon of Daenerys Targaryen."

"You stole from her, didn't you?" Selmy said angrily. "Now you've placed yourself on the Iron Throne to end your old rivalry."

"I served her loyally in Essos. It was I who both saved her from a murder attempt by Daario Naharis, leader of the Sons of the Harpy, and helped her take back Meereen. My missing eye and the scars that line my body were earned by serving her. I was not raised a Kaari and even knowing my heritage does not cloud my judgment about her."

"Then she is dead?"

The hurt in his eyes made me wish she was dead. If Daenerys was dead that meant she hadn't turned mad and it didn't fall on Jorah to kill her. It would mean that the world was a better place as her name would resound as a light through history. What she had accomplished was something to be praised. She had been a good friend and her talks with me were some of my most pleasant memories. I didn't know how to tell Selmy that she was alive and had followed in her father's footsteps.

-This is a Mature Story (if in content if not plot)
-It's a Game of Thrones/Resident Evil Fic
-It's a Barristan Selmy Fic

You can read it HERE

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Crossing the Divide 59

The sun was going down and so all would be dark. Night would fall and stars would shine in the sky. Sam and I both turned our heads at the same time. A few small bells could be heard. Some animals or people were close by. Probably animals but there was always the possibility of being discovered. The clone stood up and took out a gun. We had discovered the weapon and it had calmed the nerves of my lover. On his belt there was a dagger in case he ran out of bullets. Or if, for some reason, during the fight the gun was lost.

I screamed in pain as I felt the contractions. This baby would be born now and Sam would be on his own. He would be on his own to fight and if he died so did I. In this reality I would be gone and Alex would never know the truth. There was nothing to do now but trust in the clone. He gave me one last look before walking out of the room and down the stairs. I calmed my mind enough to focus on the child that would soon be born, Sam would need to take care of himself. With the training I had given him, it should be enough to make him the victor.

There was a gunshot fired and then laughter. Maniacal laughter of the kind only evil men could make. Not evil like Alex or Sam as they were at least controlled. Their hatred was focused and backed with planning. This laughter was the kind of a rabid animal. It had no thought to the future and was merely reveling in the now. There was no mercy promised in its voice.

"Da**, you nearly hit me." A man said and laughed again. "You do realize you're trespassing on my house, right? Sure we haven't been here for awhile, but it is still ours and you are still taking what doesn't belong to you."

"You need to leave." Sam said with just a little too much fear in his voice.

"I need to leave? Why? You don't just kick someone out of their home. That's rude."

-This is a Mature Story (if in content if not plot)
-It's a Game of Thrones/Resident Evil Fic
-It's a Doctor Isaacs Fic

You can read it HERE

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Crossing the Divide 58

"My name is Queen Rin Kaari." I proclaimed loudly. "The Iron Throne was given to me by the people of King's Landing. Some that made their way here with me and will stay in the safety of Dragonstone. My House is an ancient one that has managed to survive through the Doom of Valyria and then the attempted genocide from House Targaryen. In my blood there is a strength that no man or god can match. There is a beast in me that was awakened the day Daenerys Targaryen betrayed me and threatened my homeland."

I was interrupted in my speech by Tormund. He had been dealing with the Wildlings, his men, as they were uncertain about fighting this war. They wanted to follow Jon Snow and I wasn't him. I was merely a woman who would take them to Jon. From the look on his face he had convinced them to march with me though it had been a tough conversation. It wouldn't surprise me if he had delayed his appearance as a way for his men to have the illusion of rebellion. While I didn't consider myself a crow due to my upbringing, the Wildlings did. Though some were confused on that part.

"I did not want to be queen." I continued and nodded to Tormund as he took his place. "I merely wanted to rebuild my House. I wanted to live with Jorah Mormont and raise a family in peace after the war. We did have a son named Jeor, after Jorah's father. Against all odds our son survived. Jaime Lannister could've broken his deal with me but he didn't. My son...my son was going to be a great man one day. At least so I thought until that day in the Dragonpit. The day Daenerys showed she had fully descended into madness and burned him alive!"

I threw off my coat and revealed my outfit. I had had to rehearse the move many times before I got it right. Tormund had to hold back a chuckle as the whorish outfit was amusing. Jorah and Bronn both looked at me with a carnal desire in their eyes. Once we camped for the night I would take my husband up on his offer. I wanted to be consumed by him tonight.

"My people call me the Whore Queen, so I shall become one." I said angrily. "It won't matter when my enemies' bodies are eaten by the crows. I want them to see my scars to know why I fight. To know why Daenerys' betrayal hurts me to the core. I lost my eye in the Battle for Meereen. The scars covering my body are from when I was loyal to her in King's Landing. I kept everything about her a secret in case one small piece of information doomed her. For all my devotion to her, she killed Jeor Kaari. She killed Sansa Stark. She killed Yara Greyjoy. She killed Missandei. She killed the woman I knew. I will have vengeance for my son and for my House! I will take you to the Vale and we shall revel in the blood spilt!"
 
-This is a Mature Story (if in content if not plot)
-It's a Game of Thrones/Resident Evil Fic
-It's a Jorah Mormont Fic

You can read it HERE

Thursday, June 8, 2017

May 2017 Releases (Jash's Dragon Army)

Dragon Cave recently released two new breeds for their anniversary this year. I was only able to get one of every variation.