Strange Galaxy: Swords vs. Guns

In our world, a man who brings a sword to a gunfight is a dead man. Technology has rendered humanity's most revered weapon utterly obsolete.

I appreciate the romanticism of the sword. I also like the dramatic appeal of modern firearms. In our world, the weapons cannot share the same era. Yes, there was a moment when swords and guns were equals but the swords were advanced and the guns primitive. I wanted them together, both of them at their very best.

I am a writer and an artist. I refine and fashion my fancies into art and fiction. I wanted the best of swords and the best of guns to meet as equals. It would be the fighters, not their choice of weapons, that would decide the fight. I made what I wanted happen.

The days of the sword were also the days of magic. In my science fiction Strange Galaxy universe, magic is as real as technology. Magically advanced alien civilizations are armed with swords. Their soldiers are protected by spells and talismans. They can endure the destructive superiority of technology if they can outfight its gunmen.

Magic or technology, guns or swords, it is sound leadership and the prowess of warriors that decide the wars of the Strange Galaxy. Anything less would be unworthy of a legend.

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Vain Glory

I am a writer and an artist. I created the cover and wrote the story for the novelette Vain Glory. It is the adventurous tale of a heroine who visits exotic worlds on a quest to save her own.

As a storyteller, I have a knack for refining the fantastic into something entirely believable. I am mindful that even the strangest things are a matter of cause and effect. I understand and appreciate that sex and violence are intrinsically linked. I ponder what it is to be human and distinguish it from what is soulless. I fight for good against evil and share my revelations.

My stories are fantastic yet realistic, sexual and violent yet thoughtful, grim yet inspiring. They are my waking dreams and nightmares.

Vain Glory is an adventure story, first and foremost. The title character is just living her life and daring to do what must be done. Her friends are those who love her. The enemy is a malevolence hidden behind the many faces of those whom she fights.

Good and evil are merely a matter of caring and uncaring. Justice pays righteousness no heed. Freedom is never by decree. It is one, never the many, who fights for good against evil. Vain Glory is about such a one... and those who fight alongside her. Good is always individual but its individuals always come together.

Vain Glory is available! Enjoy...

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Shining Freedom

Generations are but the leaves of the seasons. History is the chronology of vainglory and mortality. All that rises by the hands of dust returns to the dust from whence it came. The water of the living is blood and urine alike. So what?

A free man is not a man of the many. He is his own man. He is strong by his own courage and justified by his own sincerity. He is a friend by the warmth of his own heart. He is wise by his own honesty and thoughtful observations. He goes where he dares to go and does what he strives to do.

I care but I do not care to save the world. Though I dwell among the living dead I am not one of them. I am beyond the dust and water of the world. My life is friendship. I live that my friends may find me. Those with eyes to see shall see my light. Those with ears to hear shall hear me. The heart of the living shall always know me.

I am but one man but I am freedom and justice. Even in the weakness of my living flesh I am beyond the mobs of the living dead. My friends are beyond the many.

The few dwell among the festering many. Beloved few, do not fret the slobbering masses. It was, is and shall always be the way of the many to languish. In their torment they snap and claw. In their mindless hunger they seek to devour whatever they can snatch and bite. Their names and faces are but shadows of what it is to be human. For all their humanity of flesh and blood they are living corpses.

I imagine. My thoughts and feelings dream for me and give me purpose. I ponder what it is to be human. I seek and find what makes life worth living. I am not alone. The living are scattered but they are with me. I find their light in the darkness and feel their warmth in the cold. We are the living. We are the light and the warmth in this cold, dark world.