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![[WIP] Prologue: The Wolf of Eidan](https://icarusblake.com/wp-content/uploads/2026/04/image.png?w=900)
Please enjoy this sneak peak of my current project. 14 Ignatan, 831 Saint The bells chimed midnight in Eidan, the city a shadow against the blackness of the new moon. The wolf waited beside the wastewater outlet, a dirty reddish torrent tumbling into the bay below. Gradually the water slowed to a stream, then a…
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The horns sounded on the track, and on the back stretch Aggie pulled the syringe out of Sunny Red’s vein. He capped the needle and leaned against the stall to watch the bay filly in the tense seconds as the cocktail took hold. Sunny’s haunches twitched, her jaw fell open and long strings of drool…
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Sometimes a work of art is done just because you want to move onto other things. So happy birthday to my husband, and congrats to me, on dropping my first novel so I can move on to other projects slightly more in my genre. My debut book? Gay erotica. Someone dies. Herbalism’s involved. So is…
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It is 0730 and I have prions on my mind again. Have I posted about this particular interest before? Probably, somewhere, I’m not going to dig it up. On this morning, I’ve got prions on my mind as a curse. Consider this: You and your flock of sheep take up residence in a lovely little…
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Gerald Pickering worked three jobs and needed a car to get to two of them. That was just how America worked, and that was why he didn’t look too close at the Nissan Altima his friend offered him when his Honda’s transmission fell out. His friend cut him a deal, $500 up front and he…
from the pen of icarus blake 