La Rue family crest and legacy….

The Elder’s invitation….

We don’t believe or follow the modern ways of things. We are La Rue. We have our own way. It is the duty of a La Rue to carry on the Legacy, heritage and traditions of our tribe. You will be required to add on to our legend and advance the legacy of our story to the next generation to come. Once you set about this course there is no turning back. Welcome to the tribe..

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Current writing habits and book updates…

I figured that I really need to just focus on finishing one book at a time. I can get out a short story here and there but I have to be careful of this. I love writing four swords but it’s turning into a full on book that takes to much of my time and it’s too damn long to put up online. I’ll gather what I have and finish it out in a ebook.

I’m finding it harder to keep my short stories real short now. I just end up writing down more then two hundred words with it and I find it harder to keep it short. I’m going to finish it but it will take me full days on my off days to get it done.

I loved writing Blue Jumper but I could have explored more and gone longer with it. I’m at version 001 but I’m going to extend it when I can.

I like how the Dawn of the Supers series is coming along. It’s my favorite series so far because of the challenges the stories have given me. It’s a fun little sci-fi action adventure read.

Currently I am focused on Styx Shade. The writing style is a challenge for me but I embrace it. I’m taking a break from strange dreams Alex and will pick it back up when I’ve finished Styx Shade book 1.

I’m close to finishing La Rue the knight. But it will take time on my off days. I have a direction for it but I just need the off days to get the work done.

So far a busy year for writing.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Styxx Shade chronicles: Resident of door 15

So far Lord Skylark and Brandon had run through several applications for the  position of apprenticeship with Lord Skylark, my father had turned them all down.

Brandon tapped his finger on bulky nose as they stopped at door number 15. It was half open and Lord Skylark could peek inside to see a single 6’2 tall young man in a standard uniform brown of slacks, a clean white shirt sitting at a finally made table in sturdy head down over a book. One of several books scattered around the room.

Lord Skylark knocked on the door. The young man looked up with sharp silver blue eyes, a thin long nose and handsomely set expression on his face. He study Lord Skylark in mild interest.

“Please. Enter my Lord.” He said in a cultured speech and confidence that belayed his surroundings and dress.

My father liked the young man right away and found him interesting and a right fit. His mind had been made up on  him. “The name’s Lord Ethan Skylark. What’s your name lad?” He said walking in offering his hand to the young man.

Brandon was silent but Lord Skylark could tell by his friend straightening up and grinning that he approved of his interest in the young man as a apprentice. The young man rose to his feet standing two inches taller then my father and took his hand.

“Luke Carter. It is a pleasure to meet you, Sir. I’m looking forward to serving as your apprentice.”

Lord Skylark studied Mr. Carter closely. He smelled it on the young man. A scent of lavender and smoke.”Rabbits don’t jump. They spring don’t you think?”

Luke Carter blinked. “What?”

“Rabbits. They don’t jump. They spring around and move with a lightness to their feet.” Lord Skylark said.

Luke frowned. “Ah. I don’t follow you. Are you playing a game? Is this a test?” He said.

“I have money to give or a game of whits and challenge. Danger. Life at risk. A gamble. Do you want the money or the risk of your life for elders of mystery.”

“I want sponsorship. I’ll take my own risks.” Luke said quickly and squeezed my father’s hand.

Lord Skylark smiled. “I like you. I like you a lot. I’ll give you twenty-five pounds of gold a month. It’s an investment not a sponsorship. I want you to look after my boy when he comes on his own. I’ll tell him not to fuck with you for his entire career. What you say?”

Mr. Carter smiled. “It doesn’t work on you? But your willing to deal with me still. Why? I’m a nobody.” He said and let go of my father’s hand.

My father laughed. “You’ll do well lad. Trust me. I would rather not have you as an enemy against me or my boy. I have too many enemies now. I could always use a friend or two or someone to invest in. My word is my bond in business.” He said and withdrew a purse of gold and handed to Mr. Carter.

Mr. Carter nodded. “Thank you Sir. If you keep your word then I will honor my word.”

Lord Skylark nodded. “Indeed. Your word will be valuable in your business. Oh. Could you be a good chap and release my brother from your charms?”

Mr. Carter snapped his fingers and Brandon came awake smiling looking between them. “Are you two getting on well?”

My father smiled nodding. “Yep. I like Mr. Carter. I’ll be sponsoring him. No. No. He’s to smart for our profession big brother. He’s going to be a business man. I’ll see to that. Let’s get on. Show me to the next young Lad. I really want see who else is on the list. You have a lot of interesting people here?” He said turning Brandon around and leaving out the door.

Brandon frowned at Lord Skylark. “What’s all this about? The Lad is a smart one. Best Lad here.”

Lord Skylark shrugged. “I didn’t deny it. But, young Carter is not fit for the small time like us. He’s got high promise. I’m sponsoring him. You should be happy.”

Brandon grimanced but nodded. “Alright. Alright. We have one last person on the list. A Mr. John Smith. A young Shade.”

My father grimanced. “A black. Ugh. I didn’t know we we’re taking them into the spy order now.”

Brandon rolled his eyes. “Snark your fucking jokes. It’s not like you can judge. Your a half elf blood. Stop your bullshitting and take a look at this boy.”

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Declining as a writer and the need to push yourself while you have energy and focus….

Inspiration of this post.

George R. R. Martin.

I think of the successes he’s had of the past and scale of his body of work and rate of productivity and then I see the wall.

He can’t finish out the last book in his magnum opus. He can’t or is unable to sceal his legazy as a writer. What’s the problem? What’s the situation going on?

It boils down to time and a moment when age has caught with you.

How can age and time catch up with a writer? Isn’t the art and the craft totally depended on the mind and imagination?

No. The mind is a physically aspect. It is apart of the body and both have time limits for how effective and spark they can be on any given day or the acceleration of age, time and interest.

A professional boxer has a window of time he can be active and sharp on the game before time and age slow them down.

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I think about this aspect every day. I have a time limit myself on my own scope and body of work I wish to get half way down by my late forties. I’m in good physical shape and I’m always conscious of my weight and striving to work on my focus and staying active on achieving my goals.

I have so many stories, poetry collections and blog posts I wish to write and audiobooks I want to produce. I don’t care about legazy so much as getting the work done so when I forget it all one day. I have something to give and share that hopefully might inspire someone else to create their own realms of stories and continue the story by hopefully bothering from me and others to make great stories.

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Warm regards

Guardiandogg

It would be a dream of mean to brainstorm a Star Trek smash combo brainstorming story but I don’t think I can.

You have to know your limitations and know how to work with in your zone. But, hell seeing the shit bricks Star Trek has become well…fucking hell I dream of making the attempt.

I grew up watching the 60s, 90s and early 2000s shows and exploring my imagination of far away planets and sailing the galaxies.

I loved that shit but still I wasn’t a die hard fan. Meaning I didn’t buy the toys.

I still watched the shit and the first movie. Holy fuck that shit was long. Great stuff but long as fuck.

Anyway, I think as far as I can go is sci-fi fantasy. I just enjoy writing that shit. No end of entertainment or twisting and playing with the rules for a fantastic ride.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

four swords of Katie Holmes Chapter 10 Heart

We sat down in comfortably after some of the men cleaned up the mess at the door. The elder Mr. Delta lit up a cigar offering one to Ace as they went over the business. Diamond was relaxed knowing that one of his pledge brothers from his college days would handling his case.

That was enough for me and everybody else. Ace blew out some smoke and regarded the Elder Mr. Delta.

“Alright. Can you get in contact with the fuckers behind this so we can end it.”

Andrew sat back. “First. We need to expose who they are. They’re hiding in groups right now. Once we expose them you’ll have to legally challenge them to a gentleman’s honor duel. It must be a matter of honor not a challenge for their domain. Otherwise the shit can be held up by negotiations or a war for years before it’s saddled. There can’t be any hint that this is could be a clan war against them or play on their domain otherwise you get their alliances fighting with them as well against you. It has to be calculated cold and all business. We get one strike. If need be I have to request something of your family.”

Ace held up a hand. “How does Miss Gannon fit in all this? You sent her to us on purpose. We could have killed her.”

Andrew shook his head. “First off no you wouldn’t have just killed her. Your the Lords of the 4 swords. You were breed from birth to a code and honor that dates back sense your people laid hold to your power centuries. Yes. I know your legend far better then you think. Our families have crossed paths before. But, to answer your question again my firm has an associate who advised us to send Miss Gannon. Miss Gannon wasn’t in any position to object inspite of the risk.”

“So you ordered her to come to us risking her life? For what to gain our interest? I think your a shit head.”

Andrew looked at me. “Her father enchanted me to hire, seduce and kill her on his birthday tomorrow. I don’t work for witches or kill the innocent for anyone’s pleasure.” He said bluntly. “I chose the best option for her that became available to me, Lord Holmes and having her in your ranks provides us a denial of blood clan war excuse.”

I frowned at him. “No father would pay a mercenary to kill his-“

Vince started to chuckle lightly as did his brother. Diamond didn’t laugh but he looked pissed at me.

“Bro. Your speaking from your youth. There are assholes in this fucking world that would do much worse to their own children and have. Mr. Delta and Vince are Horsemen. We ride with honor and protect our females and people. He wouldn’t lie to me or my family. He did the best he could do he didn’t have a choice.”

Ace nodded. “Alright what do you want to ask?”

Andrew sighed. “If you can’t beat their champion will you please allow us to handle the challenger?” He said carefully.

Damn. I knew there was going to be something. Ace stared at Andrew. “Who decides if I ain’t able to do it?”

“Me.” Andrew said. “It’s my job to keep you safe and ensure all parties involved in what was stolen from you be dealt with painfully. Two hundred cases. I only lost once but I never intend on it happening again. I need your word on it or the firm can’t take on your case.” He said solemnly.

“Alright. If by some chance I can do it then you handle who it will be.” Ace said.

“This is bullshit.” I couldn’t help saying now.

“Heart.” Ace began but Andrew touched his shoulder. He stared at me focused on me. “Yes. It is. These things should be handled the direct way but the situation is more complicated.”

“It’s not complicated at all. Just tell us who and where they are we’ll handle it then.”

Andrew stared at me. “You were there the night your mother died. Zadok told me. Did you see it happen?”

“I’-I didn’t see shit. I got there to late to stop them from killing her.”

“Them?” Andrew paused. “You got there to late to stop them. How many were there?”

I blinked. “What?”

“Two. Three. ten. Fifty. A hundred. A-“

“Five damn it. There were five of them.” I said losing patience by how slow he was talking. I didn’t want to talk about this. My head hurt from thinking about it. “Ace and the family will handle-“

“Five. What did they look like? I’m guessing all men. But something about their faces their bodies. You couldn’t forget how they looked.”

“It doesn’t matter. Killing the mother fuckers that-“

“It does matter. They were Warlocks that broke the protective seals on the shop. That took time. You had to see them as they ran away or drove away or-“

“They disappeared. They were like shadows. It’s like…It’s like. They weren’t real. Just like they said.. They weren’t real. They looked. They looked like-” I paused looking at Ace and shook my head. What the fuck was I talking about. I frowned. I couldn’t remember.

I looked at their faces. Andrew nodded. “I think your right, Lord Holmes. It is important your brothers have a hand in this matter.”

I blinked and nodded. “Thank you. That’s all I wanted. She was our mother. It’s only right we saddle it.”

Andrew nodded. “I agree. Lord Holmes. The Deltas are only here to act as your servents in you avenging the death of your mother.” He said and turned to Ace. “I think we should have a drink in celebration of our battle. Something special. Do you have any refined water?” He said.

Ace stared at him and then nodded. “Yeah. Yeah. Big Al always keeps that shit in secret stash for himself.” He said and glanced at me frowning. “Are you going to stand there looking at me all day sit down. You want a drink of the stuff? It’s pretty good.”

“Yeah. sure. What’s this refined water stuff? Is it like Jin and Tonic or something?”

Diamond patted my shoulder. “It’s the hard stuff. Like straight up Vodka. Maybe you should stay clear of it.”

I flipped him off. “Fuck you. I can drink you under the table any day. Bring it on.”

Diamond rubbed my head joking with me. I turned to Joe to see him staring off until he felt my eyes on him. He looked at me and forced a smile on his face. “Get ready to shit faced.” He said.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Thoughts on four swords…it’s extending into a heavy story and plot is weird…

I’m purposely extending out the story and world. I realized four swords are all strong dominant dudes and can handle conflict like eating a five stack pandcake breakfast morning.

So now I have to throw a flaming curve ball at them. The Deltas are all that and more. This is the Tango & Cash legends universe of urban fantasy stories.

So it’s up in the air what will happen or what legendary fantasy characters will appear.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Strange dreams Part 7

The full story.

The Temple.

I got off my job and handed over the blaster and belt to my relief and keyed out the door. Flowers was there outside posed and ready to go to the temple. I walked to the left terminal and we decided down to the subway seven floors until we reach the underground station.

The ruby train was waiting for my arrival along with several excited young girls and pony boys with pale expressions on their faces and staring at nothing. I wasted no time or comment as we got on. The door closed behind us and the train took off.

I held on to the rail above my head as we took off. We zoned past half the city in a few minutes before we arrived at the underground entrance to the temple. A purple carpet was out for the ladies and a grey carpet for the males.

We filed out. A tall male servent stood dressed in a white suit. “Follow me.” He said in a deadpan voice…..

Yeah. Things don’t get pleasant after that. It’s all down hill. But this pushes Alex to get out of it.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Styx Shade chronicles of a Spy Lord: Part 1

The Chroniclers notes

The story

June 8th, 1865
The 2nd Age, Edo’s Dawn

I am Calvin Skylark senior estate manager and family lawyer of the house of Shade. My story is a minor footnote in the events I am about to transcribe for the benefit of future generations of the house of Shade. The life, times, successes and failures of the patrach of the house of Shade.

The first words are the hardest to describe such a one as Lord Styx S. Shade. He is a man of different shades…..

A short introduction but a powerful one. I like this and it’s my first true attempt at Urban Fantasy.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

I’m working on my fantasy story for next month…

I’m putting it on Wettpad and digging into filling out the lore and type of elves, Orcs and magic system I’m doing for it. It’s an Urban fantasy but I’m going to try to pull away from doing anything like traditional elves and more like my version of what an elve would be like in my story.

It’s going good and I’m digging the direction it’s going experimental wise though it is a bit tough figuring it out as I go along flushing it out..

I’m building the plot one step at a time though it is a long for sure.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg