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Black knew exactly what he was doing. Stealing wasn't just about taking stuff. It was about keeping it. "Anything good?" "What?" Black jumped back, retracting his hand from a backpack that was not his. "Did you find anything you like in there?" Black had found something he liked, precisely what he was after. His fingers tightened around the slender bit of plastic The attached headphones dangled to the floor. In his other hand there was a small case for games and memory cards. Every foster mom and volunteer rec-center dad he had lived with, knew he stole. As far back as his memory went. But they could never prove it. "I...um…" Bein

Pantheon Chapter One: Gaia 'Keep alive,' the orphan came with instructions. At five years old Richard was left on the porch as someone doorbell ditched a Las Vegas City fire station. Everyone who knew him since then, at some point, felt a desire to disobey the explicit command. ~ In ignorant defiance to the commotion all around him the young teenager stared out the high museum windows. Rainless, the tempest flickered in through the window and bounced off the marble floors, casting twisted split second shadows on the other delinquents as they were searched for contraband. From behind his black cheek-length hair Richard looked past the pris

Pantheon Chapter One: Gaia Rainless, the tempest flickered in through the window above Richard's head and bounced off the marble floors, casting twisted split second shadows all across the room. In ignorant defiance to the commotion all around him he stared out the high windows. From behind his black cheek-length hair he looked past the prison-like bars into the vacant sky, waiting for the stranger, like he was gazing through time, looking forward to some other life he could almost remember living. His green eyes gazing ever outward he laughed at his joke of a life. Though he liked the desert he had never been outside of the American southw

Pantheon - Book Two: The Fourth House Chapter 1 Gaia, again "I can't just leave them." Ethan pleaded "They're my parents. They'll die of worry. They'll think I've been kidnapped or something." "You are being kidnapped." "I could never do that to them, Black" Ethan's blonde hair was stringy, his scalp sweaty and his glasses smudged. He wore plaid shorts and an overly large t-shirt bearing the name, release date and tagline of the most recent mmo. He imagined his pale image on the side of a milk carton, and then wondered why people still used that expression now that all milk comes in plastic bottles with only pictures of cows on them. D

Chapter One: Gaia Chapter Two: Beyond the Curtains Chapter Three: Heist Chapter Four: Reward Chapter Five: High Tide Chapter Six: Answers Chapter Seven: Meetings Chapter Eight: A New Life Chapter Nine: Turtle-ing Chapter Ten: The Capitol of the World Chapter Eleven: The Relic of Ruta Chapter Twelve: Seeking Illumination Chapter Thirteen: Wisdom Chapter Fourteen: Heads Chapter Fifteen: The Guardian and the Garden Chapter Sixteen: The Secrets of Lancelot Chapter Seventeen: Wings Chapter Eighteen: Familiar Faces Chapter Nineteen: The Recycling Plant Chapter Twenty: Horrors Chapter Twenty One: The Day of the Dead Epilogue TBD

Deep within every heart lives a monster, who desires only corruption. How far will you go to keep yours alive? Could you bring yourself to battle the entire world's mythology combined just to succor your vice? If it meant traversing the sewers of Camelot, braving the wild streets of Atlantis or surrendering yourself to Capris, the city of spies, built on the Grand Canyon, would you still foster your demons? Now privy to humanity's greatest secret, the existence of twin Earths, a teenage delinquent goes up against the impossible in a world where the stories of ancient mythology are reality. As if Gothic hydras, Hindu naga, and Nordic Valkyrie

"Survival of the smartest," Black taunted aloud while flying down from his perch on the ceiling. He soared back to Evo who still lay as motionless as the aged old rocks that surrounded them. Black panicked. He threw his arms around Evo hugging him tightly. Evo's clothing was just as soft and pliable as normal but he was totally stiff. Evo's face looked pale and inexorably wrong, but it was dark and he couldn't tell what exactly how. He was familiar with the story of Medusa, or at least what she did to her enemies. Black let go of his friend, searching with the faint stone-light. He needed a better look at the centaur. As his fingers twiste

He checked twice, he tried to shine the light at different angles to avoid missing anything hiding in the twisted shadows. "Nothing." "Here let me look," Evo said. "It couldn't hurt to get another angle." "Go ahead, I almost hope you can find something just so that we know what we're up against." "So, find anything?" he asked after a few minutes had passed. "Hello," after a few more. "Hey Evo," Black gave him a sturdy nudge in the side. He almost kicked his feet but remembered Evo's recent injury mid swing. The centaur stood motionless, still as a statue, like a sick taxidermy joke. Black reached around the tranquil stiff and pulled th

Egyptian sun shone down on Black threatening a burn. Black tucked the map away into his box neatly, trying to will Evo's fun facts out of the air. Perched on an outcropping of volcanic rock they surveyed their landing. They were confined to a ledge, hugged by jagged cliffs on three sides and ocean on the fourth. Making effective use of his cast Black was careful to avoid lacerations from the sharp rock as he poked his head over the top. The promontory revealed itself as an island bearing no prospects of further progress. Black likened its size to about half of a 'football field.' Evo wrinkled his forehead, whinnied, and muttered "Terrene" un

 "I think the coast is clear," stated Black as he peered out into the bright sun from inside a well. He looked out into an attentively kept garden obviously belonging to some important rich lord or count of Camelot. They couldn't find they way back out of the sewers and had gotten lost. When the tide came in certain parts of the sewers were closed off and others opened. It was mechanically designed to never allow access to all of it at once. Hopelessly wandering, backtracking and failing attempts of map travel they had passed several rooms where large gears and floats regulated the tidal doors. None of it made any sense. After hours of explor