Ending the Sorcerer

I am killing interest in my Sorcerer series, it seems. I am referring to the fiction about a genocidal Nazi and his psychotic daughter. They are Arnold and Elsa Kess, The Sorcerer and the Enchantress. Their villainy is using magic, technology and armed force to commit mass murder. The girl’s mother and half-sister fight to stop them.

The series was loved by the very few who heard me read it to them. The Sorcerer was their favorite character. His dialog is eloquent and his atrocities logical. He is loving though murderous and idealistic though cynical.

SPOILER ALERT!

The Enchantress dies. She was the conduit for a curse that kills countless children in their sleep. It kills her too. The Sorcerer weeps as his own child dies in his arms.

Listeners were deeply moved by the scene. It is the end of the first book, Sorcerer of the Realm. The second book, Blood of the Sorcerer is a prequel.

The third book, Call of the Sorcerer is the conclusive end of a trilogy. Elsa is saved by the psychic powers of her mother. Everyone disliked that the dramatic ending of the first book was negated.

I knew THE END from the beginning. It was NEVER the death of the Enchantress. It was ALWAYS the death of her father, the Sorcerer himself. The story is meaningless otherwise.

The Sorcerer is about a man and a woman. They fell in love but the world estranged them. Their daughter is that love personified. Everything about her is their relationship. When you understand this, MY ending for the story makes PERFECT sense. You realize the alternative is not only cynical, but a narrative dead end.

As of September 30, 2025 I am only six chapters away from finishing the Elsa Trilogy, the first three books of the Sorcerer series. The fourth book is an alternate version that has Elsa as Felix, the Son of the Sorcerer as the book shall be entitled.

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The Enchantress: Almost Finished

On September 26, 2025 I finished the 84^th chapter of my Sorcerer series of books. Unless I write more than planned, the Elsa Trilogy of the series shall be finished after six more chapters.

Three books, each nearly 95,000 words long. A trilogy of 285,000 words about a Nazi Sorcerer and his apprentice, his teenage daughter.

I am a prolific writer of fiction. I illustrate the covers and create the title fonts. The Sorcerer series may be my best work yet. Its title character is the villain and commits the most atrocious acts of villainy… yet he is the hero. The actual heroes are not vilified to make him seem righteous. On the contrary: Unlike him, they are unquestionably moral.

The setting is an alternate 1930s as the modern day. The continents are named after the sons of Noah. The Confederacy won the War Between the States and is the thriving Empire of the Golden Circle.

The fiction is a love story. A man and woman are estranged. Their daughter is in love with the man… and jealous that her father is still in love with her mother.

A strong distinction is made between magical and psychic powers. They are described by the Sorcerer as the difference between a sailboat and a motorboat. His magic is empowered by “catching the wind” whereas the telekinesis of the heroine is “empowered from within.” The magician is ultimately more powerful than the psychic, because he channels and directs rather than generates.

The Sorcerer series is military science fiction as dystopian alternate history. Should you ever read it, you are sure to be confused at first. You are sure to squirm. Endure to the end and you shall be pleasantly surprised, however.

Artificial and Actual Art

I am an artist. My art is writing books and designing the covers.

I would love to quit my two jobs to make art full time… but I have bills to pay… and my art does not make me the money to pay the bills.

There is concern about AI and rightly so, especially for artists who make money for commissioned work. We are already struggling. Now we have unfair competition.

AI is not really the problem. It is proving useful, actually. An artist who makes his own comic books uses it to illustrate generic backgrounds such as forests or cities so he can focus on illustrating the characters. He explained that drawing trees and buildings was too time consuming. He would rather spend the time crafting costumes and poses.

My writing is excellent. My illustrations are stylish but amateurish. If I ever have a career as an artist, it shall not be as an illustrator.

People tell me I should use AI to illustrate my covers. I would rather do it myself. Yes, my art is pathetic… but it is MY art. It is illustrations of the stories by the actual author. It ultimately serves as concept art for better artists.

Despite my desperate hope, it is obvious that I shall never be able to make a living as an artist. My fiction may became lucrative someday… but not in my lifetime. I must toil in the meantime. Though in vain, I never squander a day.

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Disheartening Reality

I would be numb to murder as art and fiction if I did not value human life. The thrill is because I am horrified. I enjoy the horror because it is imaginary. Like a rollercoaster ride, it is scary without anyone being harmed.

A story or picture of someone real being murdered is nasty… unless the art is sympathetic. The victim must be the protagonist. The art is hateful otherwise… unless utterly ridiculous and meant as a friendly joke.

Fictional characters are NOT real people! They are figments of imagination in the image and likeness of real people.

My thematic specialty is the easy and impersonal killing of anonymous people. The victims are ordinary. Even if baddies, they are not the actual villains.

My Black Death series is black comedy erotica as action-adventure. It is about two very big and black sisters who roam a college town killing white girls with impunity. The murders are not to avenge slavery or to fight against racism. They are sexual and recreational. The antihero protagonists are aroused by the idea, amused by the ease and gratified by the act.

I have written the first five of the planned seven books. The series has fans and they eagerly await the sixth book. I was going to write it… but reality uninspired me.

GOD BLESS THE INNOCENT!

Confounded by Clarity

I write and illustrate fiction. Many bad things are assumed by those who have not read it. The few who do are surprised.

A girl refused to read my novel Agents of the Eye and Ear because she glimpsed a line that read an elf was naked. Over Eighty-one thousand words dismissed because of one word!

My Black Death series of novellas is about two black women who serial kill young white women. Readers were confused since the victims were not racist. They assumed the protagonists were heroes, so would not kill unless their victims deserved it.

A genocidal Nazi is the title character of my Sorcerer books. He is the protagonist so is assumed to be the hero… yet since he is a Nazi, he is assumed to be the villain. People are confused, especially when they read the stories and the character is sympathetic… but so is the woman fighting against him.

The weirdest of the weirdness of my Weird World series is that the nameless baddies are children… and are slaughtered in droves by the heroes. People are confused by the very idea and especially when they read the stories.

Not to brag, but in all sincerity, the genius of my work is the very problem people have with it. I articulate ideas that are beyond their narrow-minded understanding of morality. The stories demonstrate good and evil as qualities or failings within. They are personal, not cultural and individual, not social.

People are confused because they confuse morality with rules. They do so deliberately, mind you. Words can be argued. They can be interpreted to advantage. This provides both loopholes to do evil and a means of controlling other people.

My words are sincere… because I am sincere. People pretend to rephrase what I said and wrote, to hold me to account for THEIR words in my name. I wrote my books. They did not. Yes, my words can be interpreted… but sincerity is the only way to understand them.