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My Treasure

As you may know, or remember, I am in love with a wonderful woman. The woman of my dreams, to be exact. So, I thought I’d tell you a little more about her, and how much she means to me. Since she’s a subscriber to my blog, I’ll be telling her, too. Before you ask, yes, I do tell her this stuff directly. I figure, every so often, a lady likes to learn how you feel indirectly, too.

My lady is intelligent. Yeah, I know: Every guy says this about his love (not true, but I get your gist). However, my lady has the college degree to prove it. Plus, she’s an author. Her début novel is still a few years away because she’s going traditional, and those feckers take forever to publish anything.

She has an awesome sense of humor. Again, I know: It’s almost a cliché. What I mean is that her humor is a lot like mine: She’ll laugh at something most folks like is horrible, like, “A baby seal walks into a club,” and yet, she’ll even giggle at the old Mark Twain classic, “Suppose you were a politician, or suppose you were an idiot. But I repeat myself.”

Yet, least you think I’m besotted, we don’t always see eye-to-eye. We recently had a disagreement, and she accused me of never giving her any credit. Like me, she has her flaws, but what makes her so wonderful to me is that in instances like this one, after we cool off, she’s willing to work things out. We end up stronger than before.

For me, Rishka is perfect. We complement each other so well, it’s like we’re literally two halves of the same whole. I love her more than I’ve ever loved anyone. Having her love makes things like this, and the part mentioned in the beginning of this post worth having gone through. Why? Because what I went through lead me to my Rishka. I’d not trade that for anything.

By the way, wondering what Rishka means? The answer is either here or over here. Sorry I don’t remember which.

 

Further reading:

https://beginingsinwriting.wordpress.com/2012/12/17/into-the-realm-the-chronicles-of-carter-blake-book-i-first-edit/

https://beginingsinwriting.wordpress.com/2012/10/29/into-the-realm-the-chronicles-of-carter-blake-raw-update-1/

https://beginingsinwriting.wordpress.com/2012/11/05/into-the-realm-the-chronicles-of-carter-blake-raw-update/

An Open Letter To the Woman of My Dreams

 I want you to know that since the day we met I’ve fallen deeply in love with you. There are no words to express the gratitude I feel in my heart that you came into my life, and how you make every day so special. You are my life, my heart, my soul.

 

You are my best friend, my one true love, my one and only. I love you more today than I did yesterday, and I’ll love you more tomorrow than I do today.

 

Loving you is the only thing that makes life worth living. Day by day, my love for you becomes overwhelming, and I can’t handle it when I don’t see or even talk to you every day.

 

        A day without you in my life is like a day without sunshine, a day without food, or a day without air. I need you when I’m cold to keep me warm; I need you in the rain to keep me dry; I need you in my life to keep me happy. You make me feel wonderful. You give me strength when I just can’t carry on and I truly treasure that. Every moment spent together is another one of my dreams coming true.

 

 

       You are the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. Each moment that you and I spend together is so magical that I catch myself smiling for no reason at all.        I thought that I would never find a love that is as strong as ours, but now that we’ve found each other I know that you are the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, the person I want to marry, the person I want to have babies with, and the person I want to grow old with.

Baby Girl, you complete me. You make my life so amazing and I don’t know how else to repay you but to love you just as much as you love me. The world is a better place to be because of you.

       Thank you for giving me so much more than I ever could have wanted. I am so thankful for what we have, and for everything we will have. You are the only woman I ever want to share my life with. I could never imagine what it would be like if we were to lose each other. I don’t even want to think about it. All I want to think of is you. You are the love of my life. I love you, and I always will until the day I die. Hopefully, when that day comes, I will still have you by my side and yours will be the last face that I see.

When we’re older with a family and home of our own, I want us to be able to look back with joy at all we accomplished together. I believe with you at my side, this will indeed be true. I want you to know that I’m thankful that you came into my life and I will love you till the end of my days. My love for you will never fade, I’m still crazy about you, Rishka.

 

Love forever, and always yours,

-Rob

 

 

My Rishka

I’m going to spend a bit of time writing a bit about someone very special to me. Due to me respecting her privacy, I’m not going

to name her real name, just her nickname from me. I call her Rishka. It’s the Elven word for Beloved. Yes, I gave her a made up word

from my novel as a nickname. Is it cheesy? Yeah, so what? Anyway, about my Rishka. This is gonna sound cliché, but she makes me

happier than I’ve ever been. I laugh easier, and harder than I did before. Hell, she’s inspired me to dream again. I didn’t have the

courage to due to earlier events in my life.

My Rishka is a beautiful woman, inside and out. She’s loving, kind, and giving. She has gorgeous red hair, sparkling hazel eyes,

and a quick smile. When we vidchat, and I happen to say something that gets her curiosity piqued, she sits forward, eyes flashing, and

a faint half-smile on her luscious lips. When we were in person, she had this habit of when she was playfully insulting me, or just

joking with me, she’d bump my shoulder with her own. She’s an absolute delight to be around, and communicate with. We’ve talked

about everything under the sun, and laughed at everything else. This lovely young woman often has me tongue-tied, and causes me

to forget what I had planned to say.

Is it all sweetness and light? Of course not. To be exact, we recently had ourselves a bit of a row, and after we ended our

communication, I decided to get shit faced. However, before I did that, I decided to write her an e-mail telling her how I felt. Here’s a

small part of it:

“I promised you some time ago that no matter what happened between you and I, I’ll be there for you until you said you didn’t wish for me to be. I will keep that promise. I want you to know, I will be there when you’re not strong, with love to shelter you. I want you to know you can lean on me when you need to, and when things are darkest, and dreariest for you, all you’ll have to do is call, and I’ll be there. In the end, when they tell the story of my life, I want them to be able to say, ‘He always kept his promises, and he guided the great author Rishka out of her black despair, into a loving relationship with someone who cherished her always.'”

Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you she is a writer, too, huh? Sorry about that. I hope to share some of her awesome work with y’all one

day. Yes, my Rishka is very important to me. I wish I were better with my words so that you could see her as I do. It is my goal to

share her with you as our relationship grows. Maybe one day, she’ll actually say it is okay to use her name. In the meantime, I must

write her another letter to make her smile, and to show her how I feel about the awesomeness that is my Rishka, my Beloved.

Into The Realm: The Chronicles of Carter Blake (raw Update)

The Gorauch approached at a shambling run. The way his limbs flopped about, as if not under his control, caused a knot to form in my belly, pushing out the urge to scratch. My heart kicked into overdrive as I locked onto his approach. I threw a glance over my shoulder to my Rishka. Seeing she was safe, though intent on the approach of the white-haired Elven, I turned back. I raised my sword while I did so.

“Carter?” Lady Orwen said. My name was the signal Wen waited for. He launched himself into a sprint directly at me, eyes ablaze. “He’s possessed!”

“Wen!” His brother shouted. Time slowed around me. I moved to intercept him. “No, Carter. He’s my brother!”

Corath’s voice sounded like an old seventy-eight record played at thirty-three and a third rotations per minute. The controlled Elven’s steps slowed as if he were running through molasses, then halted. I broke into a run, and raced passed Wen. As I did, I caught whiff of decayed vanilla: a L’Arc demon had him. I hoped what I learned about possession during game sessions was accurate and the demon’s body would be nearby. ‘Kill the body, kill the possessor.’

I found the L’Arc standing at the edge of a wall, staring at Wen’s back. This one was different from the others. Its shoulders were broader and it wore blackened gold plate mail. The others were stunningly beautiful, statuesque and nude women with flawless milky skin, raven hair, large bat wings that unfurled from their shoulders and slender black tails. This one had scars over its face, eagle wings and stubble over its jaw. This one must have been one of the males. ‘Wow. Belial, or his dad, are sexist bastards. They have the females running around naked, yet they cover the males in heavy armor.’ Not that I wanted to see this demon without clothes. Time resumed its movement. The demon registered my presence, eyes wide. As its mouth dropped open, I ran it through with my sword.

“Carter!” I spun around at Dearbhaile’s scream. The others were under attack. I raced back to my friends. Halfway there, a rush of wings caused me to halt. The sky was blotted out by the shadows of about twenty L’Arc demons. I didn’t wait for them to land before scything into them. Stupid demons.

I heard my love scream again. I looked over. A large, muscular humanoid with greenish-black skin stretched tight over its frame had her neck in an immense clawed hand. It flipped it’s middle claw in the air, then vanished with a boom. I howled my rage to the heavens. A crimson fog descended over my eyes. I slashed, and chopped, sliced and hacked at any demon that was near me. I stopped when I saw Corath’s brother before me.

“Greetings, Carter Blake.” Wen’s mouth was moving, but I recognized that hoarse, graveled and sweet voice. It was Belial. Now I knew who had my love. “I have your woman. If you want to see her again, come to the former tower of Wizard Cora.”

Into the Realm: the Chronicles of Carter Blake, Book I (raw update)

I blinked and a man dressed in green and dark brown leather armor stood before me. He had a lean and muscular build to him. Sable hair hung to his shoulders. A sword with a blue crystalline blade was held in his right hand. He looked over his shoulder at me. Coffee colored eyes sparkled with mischievous humor. The Lyxo that had been about to kill me drew up in surprise. Three heads sniffed the air, then with swung a massive paw at the newcomer. Without taking his eyes from me, he casually cut off the incoming limb. The demon bellowed in pain, then swiped at the mystery man again.

He turned to the attack, leaped on to the arm, raced up and stabbed the demon’s dragon throat. He then flipped through the air sliced the lion muzzle off, and then stabbed the goat between the eyes. As the Lyxo collapsed, he pulled the blade free, ran along it’s chest and flung himself through the air at the Lyxo that had Adora on the defensive.

Her flanged mace glowed with an eldritch violet light. Each time it collided with the tiger paw of her demon, black sparks leaped into the air. The three headed demon Lady Orwen battled had heads like a bull, the torso of a tiger, and the lower body of a goat. It threw its fists at her just as the man in leather arrived. As she blocked the strikes, he grabbed the outer horn of the right bull head, twisted it downward, flipped under it and snapped the neck. Continuing his motion, the man stabbed the center bull head between the horns, pulled the blade free, and flipped over to the last one, stabbing it between the horns as well. The man gracefully hit the ground in a tuck and roll.

His flashy appearance caught the attention of one of the Lyxos. The demon tried to stomp the man with its goat-hooved frog leg. He rolled under the assault, came to his feet and sliced the four legs off with a quick figure eight flourish. The ground shuddered under the impact of the demon’s collapse.

A rain of arrows came his way. My jaw dropped when I saw him either cut the arrows down, block them with his sword, or dance passed. He caught one and threw it back on almost the same trajectory. ‘Why the hell did he do that? There’s no way it- Oh.’ The arrow accelerated to the point of invisibility. Several demons in a row blew apart in chunks and sprays of blood.

An enormous bipedal beetle with a muscular brown body covered by a shiny, green-black carapace erupted from the ground. Its eyes were silver and bulbous, and its vertically-aligned teeth gleamed with a greenish-black saliva. Keratin  spikes grew around the monster’s legs and shoulders, and its forearms were covered by two-foot-long curved blades. With the exception of its coloration, it was identical to the bug I fought in the arena. It leaped for me. Without thinking, I brought by foot up. The bug’s jump carried it face first into the bottom of my foot. As I went back from the force, it crashed to the ground.

As I regained my balance, the beetle-creature sprang to its feet. I cocked my sword over my shoulder like it was a baseball bat.

“Azerith, metrenome Zinthos!”

I was splattered with silvery ichor as I registered Lady Orwen’s voice. The beetle, its skull crush by a powerful blow from behind, toppled forward. I wiped the sticky, yet sweet-smelling fluid from my face and peered at the princess. “Did you really have to splatter the contents of its cranium on my face?”

She shrugged, and wiped blood and grime from her cheek. “You were just standing there.” I grabbed her arm, yanked her against me and whipped my sword up. She planted her hands on my chest and pushed away. “Carter, you’re attached.” I rolled my eyes down to her, then back up. She turned and saw an ape-like demon with yellow horns curving from where its eyes would be impaled on my weapon.

“You’re welcome.” I pulled my sword from the fiend’s chest while she stepped away from me. I drew the back of the sword along the crook of my elbow, removing majority of the ichor that had collected on it, flipped it through a series of show-offy motions, then sheathed it.

She quirked her grimy eyebrows at me. “Was that necessary?”

“Not at all. But it looked awesome, didn’t it?” That earned me a tired sounding chuckle. I looked around. The battle was winding down. The man in leather finished off the last Lyxo and sheathed his sword after a similar flourish to mine. “I like that guy. Whoever he is.”

“I wonder why.”

I jogged over to Dearbhaile and swept her into my arms. “I’m so glad you are safe, Rishka.

“And I, ye.” She slanted her mouth over mine and gave me a deep kiss.