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Hey all!  Tell me what you think of this short poemish thingy I wrote for the beginning of Volume 2: Wrath.


The flames of wrath,

—easy to conjure,

hard to quench—

burn unchecked,

simmering in a fool’s mind.

Unknown to the host,

it consumes him,

dragging him down,

hellish fire erupting—

an evil beast now awakened,


…on the inside.

And make not the image is not mine…it’s from Bleach 😛



Great News!

Great news everyone!  The Golden Lands, Volume 1 is available in all possible ways (well…not really.)


What I mean is that you can by it on Amazon as a paperback, or an eBook at Smashwords, Barnes and Nobles, or iBooks, and finally I got it as a Kindle book on Amazon too.  

Also:  I lowered the price to 99 cents for the eBook and Kindle version, in case you didn’t know!  Please consider buying a copy to support me and my future writing endeavors.  It’s tough advertising if you’ve got no money.

And besides…it’s a five-star book XD 

Got any advertising ideas to help me out?  Please consider sharing them!  I need all the help I can get, because it’s a big, bad world out there for a young, self-published author.

Also, if you have any questions about my book, or if you need any advice, feel free to ask!


Book Swag

(The image is not mine)

So what’s your book like?  What kind of book should you be trying to produce in the digital age of the 21st century?  What’s the content like?  How do you structure your sentences?  How does your book look?

Let’s be honest; in general, we all know what we want.

We want a book that looks cool; we can be proud to be seen reading it.

We want a book that’s fun to read!!!!: don’t kill your reader’s brain by throwing crazy/eccentric words at them (what does “eccentric” mean!?!?), or by writing enormous paragraphs, or by avoiding all things simplicity/clarity (which most great authors would recommend you work towards).

Something structure, wrong with your sentence (haha)?  Pick up a grammar book.  Look at how other popular, professionally published authors write.  “All art is theft”, as my dad says.

But don’t steal.  That’s breaking the 7th commandment…I initially wrote “the 6th”…but it’s okay, I corrected myself.  My dad is talking about learning from others and applying it to your work.

How should your reader feel when he/she picks up your book?  You want your book to look and read like it’s something professional…but not too professional.  Depending on what your genre is, you want your book to have a casual air; make the reader feel right at home when he/she is reading your book.

Just a few examples from yours truly:

Observe the title page, worded in an epic font, followed immediately by a professional and yet friendly greeting from the author (me):

Copyright 2015
Copyright 2015

Well gosh, I wish the resolution was better.   ANYWAY…

Another example: have your own style.  Do something characteristic of you.   Note how I do my protagonist switches:

copyright 2015
copyright 2015

And last but not least…write.  Just write.  You might have heard of “Just do it”.  Well, I’m telling you “Just write”.  Show the world what you’ve got.   And the more you write, the people are bound to read.  The more you write, the more people will want to read.  And the more you write, the better writer you’ll become.  That’s just the way it works.  

I hope this was helpful/inspirational to all you readers!  Tell me if you have any tips about writing or what ways are characteristic of your writing style.

And by the way, I’ve officially published a novella as both a paperback and an eBook.  You can check it out here  for the paperback or here for the eBook.

Thanks for reading!


New Blogging Format

Hey all!

So I’ve been thinking lately that it’s very hard for me to give all the attention I need to both my book and my blog.  It’s hard for me to do both at the same time.  Usually, I end up neither giving attention to my book series nor to the blog as each deserves and needs.  I have several unfinished blog posts because I’m trying to balance how much I blog and how much I write.

The truth is, I need to split up which week I will blog and which week I will write.  Writing my book is a very big part of my life, as it enables me to release and share my emotions in a meaningful way.  I can honestly become crabby if I don’t write!  That being said, this tension between blogging and writing has to stop.  I will alternate weeks as to which will be a blogging week and which will be a writing week.

This week will start a writing week.  With that being said, I bid you all farewell until next week!  I really need to spend my time doing what needs to be done: writing.

So see ya’ later!

Your Author,


First Chapter and Log-line for Volume 2

Hey all!   Just wanted to let you know I uploaded the first chapter of Volume 1 to my page now entitled “Prologue and First Chapter”.

…What?  I know it’s not very original…

ALSO!  Here’s the description for Volume 2: Wrath, which will be coming out very soon!

John and Faith now know the plot of the Evil that kidnapped Soror and Frater, John’s little sister and brother; Soror and Frater, along with a host of other humans, are to be sacrificed to the ominous god of death.  Meanwhile, Faith is realizing the true, dark nature of John’s desire to hunt the Evil.  Can she stop him before his thirst for vengeance consumes him…or will it consume her instead?

Just so you know, my siblings tell me that Volume 2 is waaaaaay better than Volume 1.  So it should be a good sequence.

One last thing: my book is officially a paperback book on Amazon.  I listed the price as $9.99, the usual price for a manga novel, which my book mildly resembles.  However…haha…my mom told my that that’s a little too pricey for my novella, which is only 78 pages.  That being said, I’m lowering the price to $5.99.  I don’t know when Amazon will upload the new price, but I’m sure it won’t take too long.

So you can thank my mom for that 😛

Your Author,


Guess Who’s on Amazon Now????

That’s right!  The Golden  Lands, Volume 1 is now a paperback book on Amazon!

Teehee…I decided to sell it for $9.99, the same price as a manga novel would cost.  How could I resist?

I’m very pleased with everything; the cover, the interior, the size—it all looks fantastic.  This is all so incredible.  I had only dreamt of publishing a book.  I had only imagined sharing my art, feelings, passions, and stories with the world.  It’s a lot to take in.

Thanks for being there with me every step of the way.  Obviously, there’s still a lot of work to do, but maybe there’s reason to celebrate.  I hope you all have an awesome time reading my book; I worked very hard on it, and there were many times that I was honestly thinking of all of you as I wrote it.

So thank you.   Thanks be to God.  And enjoy.

Your Author,


Progress for Volume 2

Copyright 2015 Clare Sceski
Copyright 2015 Clare Sceski

Hey all!  Just wanted to let you know that formatting has been completed for volume two of The Golden Lands.  The way I see it, it probably won’t be much more than a week or two before I upload Volume 2 to Smashwords.

ALSO: I have proofed Volume 1 and I’ve resubmitted it to become a hard copy (which will be available on Amazon).

Haven’t bought Volume 1: Shadows in the Sunlight yet?  Click here or here to get your ebook version!

Stay tuned for when I publish the log-line for volume 2 and the first chapter of volume 1!

Your Author,


(What’s The Golden Lands about?  Click here to read the prologue and here to read a post about the plot)

Soul Bleeder, Chapter 7: Pale Blue Shadows

Copyright 2015 Clare Sceski
Copyright 2015 Clare Sceski


“Are you okay?” Elizabeth exclaims as I approach Josh and her.  She hurries forward to help steady me.  My blood coats my shoulder and runs down my arm and side.

“I’m all right,” I say, removing my weight off of her and standing erect.   I notice Josh regarding me, dumbfounded.

“You killed that thing?” he asks, his surprise and awe evident.

“Yes,” I reply, sitting down with my back to a boulder, “he’s dead.”

“Is there anything we can do to help you?” Elizabeth asks, glancing at my shoulder.

“That would be wonderful,” I say, genuinely thankful.

While Elizabeth and Josh bandage my shoulder, I breathe slowly, focused and determined.  To them, it would appear as if I’m only trying to stay calm, as if I’m patiently registering my pain.  Yet, staring ahead at the ground, my thoughts wander elsewhere.  The weight of fate is bearing down heavily on me.  Something evil and unearthly is knocking at the door.  Everything changed so suddenly; the shift in the air, the shade of the light, the silent and yet bizarrely loud groan and watchfulness of the world around us.  The couple senses nothing.

But I do.

This is the part where things get tricky.  Where the souls of the Passageway need to come through.  When they need to grow.  When they need to become who they need to be.  Or be killed.  And die.  And become Evil themselves.

∗  ∗  ∗

We keep on heading through the forest of pointed boulders.  The vegetation begins to appear slowly.  First, a few clumps of grass, then a few weeds.  Then a bush, sparse, dry and bleak.  Then a tree, tall and strong, and yet still, like the bush, withered and lacking in life and radiance.  Then everything slowly becomes combined.  We are nearing the forest.  I feel as if I can already hear it hissing, moaning, croaking, creeping.  We come to the tip of a slope that declines downwards, granting us a view of what we are approaching.

The forest below immediately changes the otherwise pleasant countenance of this region of the Passageway.  Dark, shadowy, bizarre, unearthly, fumes rising from this section, animals croaking from that section—Josh and Elizabeth both shift uneasily.  They don’t want to ask, because they fear that they already know the answer; but yes, we are going into the forest.  Not just because it’s the only way to reach the end of the Passageway, but because Josh and Elizabeth need to face whatever lies within the trees.

The Passageway is a reflection of reality.  Reality is a dark, twisted thing.

We come to a halt at the edge of the forest, the trees thick, knotted and stretching out their boughs like bony hands.  The depths of the forest are drenched in shadow, and they seem to twist and turn as you stare at them.  “What’s in there?” Josh asks.

“Nothing we can’t handle,” I reply.  My words seem to calm them.  But I don’t think they understand that I just said, “we”.

We go a little ways into the forest.  Initially, the couple clings closely to me.  The darkness, combined with the eerie noises, give the forest an intimidating, unearthly impression.  But gradually, both Josh and Elizabeth grow more relaxed, and they walk steadily along, following where I lead them.  We have to stop eventually, as I grow weary, and I’d prefer to stay closer to the edge of the woods for the night.

We don’t make a fire.  Not that we necessarily could.  The shadows grow deeper, and the forest silent.  I peer into the forest, my eyes flicking back and forth in each direction, waiting and watching.  Things won’t remain so calm forever.  The light overhead scarcely breaks through the opaque ceiling of tree branches, and what light does fall through is pale, eerie, and possessed of a strange, bluish tint.

Josh and Elizabeth are beginning to grow tired.  I see their eye-lids drooping, though they try to stay awake.  I wish this didn’t have to happen in the night.  But it is.  It’s coming.  But I’m growing frustrated; they’re being so patient, so careful, I’m tempted to provoke them.

I decide, rather, to see them.  I slowly raise my head and turn halfway in the direction that I feel their presence.  Though it’s barely perceptible, my eyes burn brighter with charis.  And I see them.  Right before they attack.

Tree wraiths.

Your Author,


Hard Copy of The Golden Lands is Almost Ready!!!

Guess what came in the mail today?  That’s right!

The proof hard-copy arrived today!  Everything looks fantastic, from the exterior to the interior.  I’m very pleased.  All that’s left to do is look over the text and what not and then it’ll be ready for Amazon!

For those of you that prefer hard copies over ebooks, the time is coming!

TGL book

Your Author,


Soul Bleeder, Chapter 6: Logos Vs. Nula and Peria

You can read the other chapters found in my page entitled “Soul Bleeder”. 

Copyright 2015 Clare Sceski
Copyright 2015 Clare Sceski

Note: I understand that some of the things going on this chapter might be a little “out of this world”.  Feel free to ask me any questions that you might have!


I face the huge monster in front of me, squinting as the dust threatens to corrupt my vision.  Elizabeth and Joshua rise from where they had fallen behind me, and I say to them, “Get out of here.  Keep moving in the same direction through the rocks.  I’ll be fine.”

They rush off, and I turn towards the beast again.  The dust begins to clear, and I see him smile.  He’s enormous.  Twenty feet tall, bulging with muscle—his arms are longer and thicker than my body.  And his skin is tough.  This won’t necessarily be easy.  But nobody said protecting souls would be.

This monster isn’t an ordinary Evil.  He’s a troll.  His head is square-shaped, his eyes small and piercing, and everything about his body is muscular and brawny.  He wears nothing but a cloth around his loins.  I shift, waiting for him to attack.  “Let’s see what you’ve got, Soul Bleeder!” he roars.  His fist slams down towards me.  I side-step the attack, a torrent of wind ruffling my skin, a keen reminder that I almost died.  His fist strikes the ground as a result, causing another eruption of dust and earth.  I rush towards him, only to quickly leap into the air as he swings with his other hand for my legs.  He punches while I’m in the air, but I air-climb, stepping off the air as if it were something physical.  I rise out of range, and his arm falls back towards his body.  I allow myself to plummet towards him, slashing as I drop, but I only scratch his arm.

He bellows, grinning, evidently enjoying his release of violent power and might onto another person.  Then he claws at me, and I bound backwards, watching the tip of his finger-nails glint as they rush towards me through the air.  I land out of reach of his attack, yet my back strikes a boulder, and I grunt, falling forward consequently.  “Heh,” the beast laughs.  He regards me for a moment, analyzing me with a pensive, excited gaze, and then charges.

I’ve fought plenty of Evil, including trolls.  His blatantly offensive assault would probably intimidate most warriors.  But the key is remaining focused.  He draws back his arm for a punch, and right as he strikes I leap.  His hand utterly destroys the boulder I was standing against, but I come away unscathed.   I land with his giant body to my left, and now I charge him.  He locates me through the midst of the rubble just in time to claw at me, and my blade and his nails collide.  Then with his other hand he claws downwards.  I raise my sword to parrying, but his attack his too strong.  His nails rip through my right shoulder.  I gasp with pain, staggering backwards.  “Hah!” the monster says, standing erect, relaxing from his fighting position, “I thought more of you, Soul Bleeder.”  He seems genuinely disappointed, even angry.

“Yeah,” I hear Peria say behind me, “I thought better of you too.”

We’ve been through this many times before.

I regard the monster, contemplating my strategy.  “Still not going to go full force?” Peria asks, though I ignore him, “Why don’t you take it easy on yourself?”

“No,” I tell him, “Sacrifice without pain means nothing.”

“Still playing that card?” he says as I rush forward.  The troll uppercuts.  As his fist comes towards me, I react, jumping and stepping atop his fist.  As it rises, I flip backwards, landing atop a boulder.  Immediately, I lunge from the rock at him.  He seems surprised for a moment, but then he swings sideways, batting me aside.  I slam into the side of the cliff from which he jumped off of when this fight first began.  I wince, pain shooting up my back.  I can feel blood running down my torso, both from my shoulder wound and my soul.

“Things aren’t looking good,” Peria comments, appearing beside me once again, his lips close to my ear.  “Would it really be so bad if you just released your full power on him?”

No, it wouldn’t be.  Not actually.  I could destroy this troll easily, if I wanted to.  But I don’t allow myself to.  I won’t.  Because I’m a Soul Bleeder.  And that means I sacrifice.  I give.


If I protected every soul with the single slash of my sword, where would the sacrifice be in that?  I will defeat every Evil we encounter using only the amount of power necessary.  Because I’m a Soul Bleeder.  For Elohim.  And them.

I grip my sword and then charge the monster.  Delighted by my persistence, he punches at me, his fist surging towards me with destructive potential and power.  I dodge, and turn my blade sideways.  His arm cuts itself on my sword, his skin sliding over top the edge.  I keep on running, my sword beneath his skin, and I simultaneously shave off a piece of his arm.

He screams, rising upwards and stepping backwards, blood spurting from his wound.  I continue running until I stand right under his legs.  My blade flashes back and forth several times, and I twirl, giving momentum to my strikes.   He cries out again, falling backwards, cursing me.  I step away so that he doesn’t crush me, and his body slams onto the ground, cracking several of the boulders about.

There’s a moment of confusion, the ground both shaking and dust rising once again.  He searches for me, unable to rise, both furious and fretful.  When his eyes alight on me, he roars, “You!” And his claws reach for me.  I plunge my sword into the palm of his hand, and push against him, trying avoid being forced away.  We both grunt with effort, both of us wounded and unable to gain the upper hand.  I know that I need to end it now.  Blood gushes from my shoulder as he pushes harder, and I am sweating from the fighting beneath the hot sun.

I pull my sword free and dodge past his hand, which comes forward consequently.  Then I charge him, lowering my stance as I run.  He roars as he sees me come forward, his eyes narrowing with rage, and his cry rings in the air, as if he bellows slowly.  I jump upwards, aiming my shot, and then I descend down towards his head.  His claws are closing in on me from either side.  I have an instant to kill him before he kills me.  Time seems to slow.

My blade flashes downwards.  And his arms drop with two loud thuds as life leaves his body.

I land on top his chest, and I pause, sighing, a wave of pain coursing through my body.  I take a moment to breathe and register my wounds and slight fatigue.  Then I hop off his torso to the ground.  Then I notice Peria standing about twenty feet in front of me.  I regard him for a moment, but then commence walking away after Josh and Elizabeth.  And just before he vanishes into the air, I hear Peria call after me, “Until next time!”

Your Author,