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The Citadel of the Almighty is, for all intents and purposes, the center of the world. Not only does it lie in the borderlands between the realms of the Skanda and the Arganian people, an oasis in an unhospitable river basin, it is also the holiest of holies, the sacred home of the United Church. Once already, war started here. If the world is to change again, here is where that change will begin.
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A wound that doesn’t scar is a lesson that isn’t learned.
– Skanda aphorism
Due to extreme business, the new chapter of Fulcrum has been moved from the start to the middle of the month. Apologies for the delay!
Making the best of a bad turn, though, this will help reduce the gap that was threatening to pop up between Books I and II.
Fulcrum will return in about two weeks!
The Citadel of the Almighty is, for all intents and purposes, the center of the world. Not only does it lie in the borderlands between the realms of the Skanda and the Arganian people, an oasis in an unhospitable river basin, it is also the holiest of holies, the sacred home of the United Church. Once already, war started here. If the world is to change again, here is where that change will begin.
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The duality of the Almighty is no grand mystery: He is many fingers, and yet They are one hand. So likewise are we countless men, but is each of us Almighty, our destiny in our own many-fingered hands.
– Emarotol the Philosopher (banned letters)
Cover to Fulcrum Book I: The Rot Has Set In by Niels van Eekelen, available in all major e-book formats. See the Fulcrum Bookstore for more details.
Design by Niels van Eekelen
The Owl & the Oak symbol art by Paul Vromen
Background photo by Net_efekt used under a Creative Commons licence
Cover to Fulcrum Prologue: The Three Virtues by Niels van Eekelen, available in all major e-book formats. See the Fulcrum Bookstore for more details.
Background photo/design by Niels van Eekelen
The Owl & the Oak symbol art by Paul Vromen
The Citadel of the Almighty is, for all intents and purposes, the center of the world. Not only does it lie in the borderlands between the realms of the Skanda and the Arganian people, an oasis in an unhospitable river basin, it is also the holiest of holies, the sacred home of the United Church. Once already, war started here. If the world is to change again, here is where that change will begin.
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And thus it will be that in the eyes of the FULCRUM
Among the chosen and worthy people there will be
A joining of hands; cleansed in fire all the world
And all its creatures will be held by the FULCRUM
Child of the ALMIGHTY and ultimate judge of man
– Book of the Fulcrum, Visions 3:8-12
From the world of Fulcrum, we wish you happy holidays and a spectacular 2013!
We’ll be living after the prophesied end of the world, so anything is possible…
Or those of the year before that, as it happens. Have and old Christmas card, and be sure to check back next week for this year’s card, with a special message from the world of Fulcrum–because having no such thing as Christmas is no excuse not to send a card to your readers in another world!
Once upon a time it was a dark and stormy night, and wild herds of clichés roamed the land. All the people were fearful.
“Where there’s smoke, there’s fire,” they said.
And:
“It never rains but it pours.”
While the village fool sat on the green, nursing the mad, precious original idea he once had, mocked by all.
There was a monster under every bed and the ghost of a murdered previous owner in every house.
Not that anyone said anything, of course. Wouldn’t want to cry wolf.
To this town a writer came. Looking around, he shook his head sadly. “This is all a bit useless, isn’t it?” he said to himself. “The joke got old pretty quick, and pretend as I might, this isn’t really going anywhere.”
Thus he decided to tear everything down and start over in the morning.
(The villagers were rather relieved, truth be told.)
Written on the iPad to try out writing in the Documents 2 app. Ultimately went with the Textilus app instead, for its use of the .RTF file format. Disclaimer: I did not, in fact, start over in the morning.