Ryan Cay

Love. What is it, actually? Some define it as an expression that someone would display towards another individual that they have feelings for them, through actions that showcased their love to them. Others would have thought of something as simple as a feeling that would bring happiness to those who harbored it deep within their hearts. If you would ask me, what is love? I shall answer it as simple as possible. It is undefinable. To me, personally. It’s a very abstract thing that many of us can’t simply describe what love actually is. We can’t put into words about how it felt, or why it happened. That’s why phrases such as “the flowery feelings” or “butterflies in your stomach” metaphors came to be. It can be felt, yes of course and it is an undeniable thing. But to describe it? Borderline impossible, I might say. Now, when I talk about love, I’m talking about the one thing that held people together in a way through memories and acts of kindness. You get the gist of it. It is love ...

Inquisitor Marius  The flames consumed her body, melting her skin apart from her flesh. She screamed in pain and in agony, her voice raised as she fought to free herself from the chains that tied her to the stake. “Damn you all!” she screamed. But the crowd below her had their thunderous voice to match her own. WITCH! TRAITOR! DIE, YOU TRAITOROUS BITCH! They all screamed at her, throwing insults at a woman who’s at the brink of death. Some hurled stones at her. Was it an attempt to end her life before the flames could rip her soul out? To save her from the slow and painful death that befalls? Marius do not know, nor did he cared. But to look at a woman dying at the stake was a disgusting sight for him. But it was his duty, his job, to drag whatever traitor he could find lurking in the corners who conspired against the throne. The ones who dared to betray his king – Arthur Pendragon. She’s a traitor, she deserved this. He watched the execution from the sides, behind a...

A Field of Swords has been steadily progressing since the last sample chapter has been released. For quite a while, many changes have been made and numerous revisions as well as fixes have been done to make the writing a lot more better. So far, I have only written around 10%-20% of the book while the rest are still in progress. There's a lot of characters I need to keep track of. From the usual protagonists to the antagonists as well as the minor character that would help to push the story forward. All in all, I kept a small list of them so I can easily track their progress - either they're dead or alive is another matter entirely. Some of the stuff you've seen in the prologue are intended and can be changed accordingly. I also needed to flesh out the world more through the characters. Though I find it hard not to do it as a large paragraph of nothing more but exposition, I am still trying to do so without bore the reader. This has been Ryan Cay, signing out.

Prologue Lord Percival Dragonstorm It was already evening and on that very day it was his son’s fifth birthday. If he was still a noble lord who lived in the halls of Dragonspire – the ancestral seat of his family, he would have ordered the people to set up for a feast to celebrate this auspicious day. But he no longer lived the wealthy life of being a nobleman who holds titles and lands, commanding entire hosts of armies into battle, or taking up his sword against his enemies. He had left that behind ten years ago. Percival now lived as a normal man with a mind that drives to live such a normal life. To live in peace. To be away from the world’s concerns. To be away from the shadows of war that haunts his father and his father before him. He owns a farm now, away from Camelot lands and resides within the borders of Grecca. Kaldir is where he makes his home. With his wife Ana, he lived within this small village where the people are just as friendly as they had always been. A bu...