The Man of Flesh and Flame is a story of love and grief. Loss and fortune. And a story derived from the idea of betraying fate, and the consequences of doing so.
Follow our protagonist through the West as his shadow is splattered with more blood. What will he do for the woman he misses? How far is too far?
BOOK UPDATE:
Hey guys! So i wanna start by saying I’m like half way through the man of flesh and flame. I want this book to be really good and i’ve been incredibly burnt out from work stuff. But I’m slowly working through it and hopefully will get it done within the next year or so.
This one is my baby and i want it to be as beautiful as I have it set in my head. So if you look forward to reading it PLEASE be patient as I work through getting it done. I will continue to post art and snippets that will hopefully make their way into the story.
See you soon!
yall have no clue how long it took me to be ok with this
Hush, the sallow wood listens to your pleas in the humid summer nights. Predatory roots ravel against your trembling, lonely form.
The wormwood is starved—begging for its next meal of anxious delight and depressing euphoria.
Frozen from the fear, your legs cannot move. You sit there. You accept its words and whispers like gospel
Your doubts divinely manifest into the parted sea of your psyche
The wormwood hungers
The wormwood devours
On the stark black rock of the coastline, he gazes at the ocean. It breathes in and out, its waves a desperate attempt to touch its beloved: the moon. He looks at the ocean, his heart heavy with empathy and envy.
“How could something so vast still not have the strength to reach for its loved one?” He thinks.
Weightless, yet with a weight that could crush him without a thought, the ocean replies
“If I reach too far, if I get too close, you will die.”
“But wouldn’t it be worth it,” the man says. Looking up into the night sky.
“My love for her is strong. But how could I love her when so much loss follows?”
Learn about what death means in this world, where it runs rampant
Time
Sickness
War
Hunger
All pillars of the end, All important in their own right but what happens when one goes rogue? What happens when one yearns for a mortal?
A love once lost can only be touched again, in but a fleeting moment. In this book we follow Joseph as he loses his humanity. As he questions what he has become for his love.
Book is still in the writing stages but i am so PROUD of how its going and I cant wait for you all to read it and experience this project I’ve been working so hard on.
It’s so funny because originally this was a DND character but I knew I would never play him, so I had to write out his story and it is SO different from what he originally was. But you’ll see.
Coming soon!! Maybe summer we’ll see
Her focus is broken for a moment as her ears pick up the sound of screams. Suffering, pained screams that echo out through the roar of flame as an apartment is eaten away by the burning leviathan of fire.
All the screams drown themselves out. The begging of safety is pushed down by the pleas for a savior, drowned out by the imploring for it all to just end.
Esmerelda doesn’t feel herself step forward, but her feet move forward despite herself. The radiation licks against her nerves, and the sounds are ear-splitting. But it’s all hypnotic. She’s in a trance of loss and devastation.
The fire is serpentine, slithering into every room as it swallows everyone whole. The blood boiling into nothing but vapor, smoke, and ash.
I’ve been writing my second book and i am IN LOVE with the ending of this chapter holy shit
“Leave me! Leave me as the monster I am” Joseph yells, tears in his eyes. Hidden from the rain that blows into his face.
But the dog doesn’t move. It just sits there as Joseph pulls out his gun. The gun he’s had the whole time.
Thunder breaks into the land. Lightning strikes where they stand and Joseph stares the dog down. The dog is unaware. Or uncaring for its perceived fate.
Josephs hand trembles. He’s hesitating.
Oh Joseph. Poor poor Joseph. You have so much love for her dont you? Someone who’s been gone for months now.
Yet you take lives for her. You rip and tear and stab for someone who should be gone from your life
Simply for that one fleeting moment.
Joseph, has it ever been worth it?
The blood on your hands is soaked deep. Your sins have run deeper.
Is it worth it
