A young man named Jason Hiro is depressed and feels as if his life is aimless, thus he volunteers to enter a cryogenics program so his body will at least be useful for science. He wakes up 100,000 years in the future, only to discover that humanity has gone nearly extinct, the humans who remain are all slaves, and the slave masters are the Demons. Humans are nothing more than chattel for their new overlords.
Demons now rule the galaxy, but Jason discovers he has a unique power called Wordsmithing, a magic which descends from the legends of King Arthur and Solomon, one that can rewrite the fabric of reality based on his imagination and cast by speaking a single Word of Power. Will Jason be able to uplift and save humanity? Or will the forces of evil prove too powerful to overcome?
The soles of my feet slap on the floor as I walk along a narrow, lightly illuminated corridor. The sanded dirt path beneath me begins to feel less like soft dirt, and more like coarse limestone. The orb in my right-hand illuminates the way forward, but also seems redundant, given the walls have glowing rocks…
The soles of my feet slap on the floor as I walk along a narrow, lightly illuminated corridor. The sanded dirt path beneath me begins to feel less like soft dirt, and more like coarse limestone. The orb in my right-hand illuminates the way forward, but also seems redundant, given the walls have glowing rocks…
A tiny imp races in front of me and rubs his claws together gleefully. "Emperor Diablo! Always a pleasure to see you, your nastiness!" I nod at him. "Dingle, I’ve summoned the Council of Dukes. They should all be here shortly. Gather any relevant information in the meantime." "Of course! Anything for you! Nyehehe!" Dingle…
A tiny imp races in front of me and rubs his claws together gleefully. "Emperor Diablo! Always a pleasure to see you, your nastiness!" I nod at him. "Dingle, I’ve summoned the Council of Dukes. They should all be here shortly. Gather any relevant information in the meantime." "Of course! Anything for you! Nyehehe!" Dingle…
"What do you mean?! It’s a planet! How do you lose a friggin’ planet?" I rest my hands on my hips, nudging my lightsaber and Hoarhiim’s orb in the process. "I thought you guys had a constant tracker on its position!" Neil tosses his hands in the air. "I don’t know what to say. We…
"What do you mean?! It’s a planet! How do you lose a friggin’ planet?" I rest my hands on my hips, nudging my lightsaber and Hoarhiim’s orb in the process. "I thought you guys had a constant tracker on its position!" Neil tosses his hands in the air. "I don’t know what to say. We…
The Crown of Solomon is a weapon unlike any other, but only in the hands of a Wordsmith. It allows me to imagine the inner workings of complex mechanical objects, perform Ph.D. and Doctorate level math, and even comprehend the concepts of string theory. My mind compresses and expands, making me wince as I imagine…
The Crown of Solomon is a weapon unlike any other, but only in the hands of a Wordsmith. It allows me to imagine the inner workings of complex mechanical objects, perform Ph.D. and Doctorate level math, and even comprehend the concepts of string theory. My mind compresses and expands, making me wince as I imagine…
"Oh, most splendid, Your Holiness!" Roland gawks as we exit the hospital. The automatic opening glass doors once appeared as wizardry to him, but he’s already moved onto bigger things. "By the Forefathers! What are those giant square boxes?!" Roland points across the street, and I chuckle. "Those are buildings, just like the hospital. Take…
"Oh, most splendid, Your Holiness!" Roland gawks as we exit the hospital. The automatic opening glass doors once appeared as wizardry to him, but he’s already moved onto bigger things. "By the Forefathers! What are those giant square boxes?!" Roland points across the street, and I chuckle. "Those are buildings, just like the hospital. Take…
