glassgrimoire
Dreamer
Beyond the treasured grace of magicless Earth, probability is but a plaything of sorcerers.
It’s 1986, and Andy Crowley is as much metalhead and Dungeon Master as he is sorcerer. Humble beginnings for one who — in thirty years — will rule all reality.
From Corbyville to Mars, through the United Hells to Limbo, join Andy Crowley, sole sorcerer of Sanctuary; Captain Kipling Kilroy, Lord of the Sea of Tears; Reaper Jasco, banshee of the realm of Fey; and The Banjoman of Limbo as they race for the most feared relic in all reality: The Glass Grimoire.
But of course, it’s easier said than done.
In the robot body built for him by Nikola Tesla using stolen Atlantean schematics, Aleister Crowley (no relation), now called the Tin Prince, wants The Grimoire as well; and though feared and admired throughout the multiverse for his superiority with both sword and spell, he has problems of his own. For how much simpler would immortality be if he didn’t have to share his perfect new body with the nagging soul of Mark Twain, be hunted mercilessly by the ghost of Harry Houdini, or rely on the almost limitless supply of spell-fueling souls available to that dandified do-gooder — Lucifer?
Beyond Earth, across the event horizon of Sanctuary Rim, and into the wider, wilder cosmos, where probability is but a plaything of sorcerers, there is a saying…
“…Somewhere in the multiverse, everything is a true story.”
And in a reality where every figure from myth and fantasy is real, Andy begins to wonder if the only truly fictional character in all of existence might be him.
Read it here
Prologue |
I look forward to readers' thoughts.
Dave
It’s 1986, and Andy Crowley is as much metalhead and Dungeon Master as he is sorcerer. Humble beginnings for one who — in thirty years — will rule all reality.
From Corbyville to Mars, through the United Hells to Limbo, join Andy Crowley, sole sorcerer of Sanctuary; Captain Kipling Kilroy, Lord of the Sea of Tears; Reaper Jasco, banshee of the realm of Fey; and The Banjoman of Limbo as they race for the most feared relic in all reality: The Glass Grimoire.
But of course, it’s easier said than done.
In the robot body built for him by Nikola Tesla using stolen Atlantean schematics, Aleister Crowley (no relation), now called the Tin Prince, wants The Grimoire as well; and though feared and admired throughout the multiverse for his superiority with both sword and spell, he has problems of his own. For how much simpler would immortality be if he didn’t have to share his perfect new body with the nagging soul of Mark Twain, be hunted mercilessly by the ghost of Harry Houdini, or rely on the almost limitless supply of spell-fueling souls available to that dandified do-gooder — Lucifer?
Beyond Earth, across the event horizon of Sanctuary Rim, and into the wider, wilder cosmos, where probability is but a plaything of sorcerers, there is a saying…
“…Somewhere in the multiverse, everything is a true story.”
And in a reality where every figure from myth and fantasy is real, Andy begins to wonder if the only truly fictional character in all of existence might be him.
Read it here
Prologue |
I look forward to readers' thoughts.
Dave
