Now, this is not set in stone, but for the next few months I will be working on completing another novel that is near completion.

In the meantime, I’d like to hear feedback from you guys and get some suggestions for the next story.

A few ideas that I have so far.

Play the evil necromancer at the beginning of his or her rise to power. Continue the story of Blood on the Grass about a Knight looking to redeem his honor. Play a Fae'lonic Guardian sent from the Isles of Ne'even to check up on the Ash Lands. Become a minor lordling in one of the many cities of The Red Lands, and defend your home from attack. See the feral dwarves up close as you are sent on an expedition to recover one of the lost dwarven cities.

And that’s about it of all that I have so far, again hit me up with any comments or suggestions.

A snippet of Blood on the Grass:

...Bones creaking, back aching from years on the road, the knight knelt down atop the grassy knoll, his head bowed down in silent prayer, the pommel of his silver sword resting on his knee while a gentle breeze blew in from across the hilltop. The sway of the colorful wildflowers that adorned the burial ground, bringing him the rich scent of lilacs and daisies.

Weary beyond belief, he knelt there waiting for a sign, his shoulders sagging beneath the weight of his armor, and tried to think of a few words to say. Words that would have meaning that would give him the strength to go on living. But heartache had muted his tongue.

When finally he began to speak, his mouth formed the words that had kept him awake for so many nights. "...Tormen, Matthen, Grey, Sorlena, Datlan, Moira, Shiera. I have failed you all...The lands are broken by war, and soon I fear our hatred for each will consume the world. The Knights of the Silver Sword have become walking shadows of the past and our numbers dwindle by the day. I have told Korwin of my fears, but I worry that he too still blames me for the fall of Carnhold...if only you had lived Gorwin. I know they would have listened to you one such as you if only the Silver Song had taken me in your stead. I'm not like you, Gorwin, men will not follow me into battle. Men will not listen to my words nor heed my commands. I will always and forever be a simple soldier at heart. Why did you have to die...? "Tears slipped down his weathered cheeks…”

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