Cubicle 7 is on the lookout for writers so I decided to give it a try.
they wanted a link to a sample of my work so here it is!
Part of my fourth book Ebony Orb a tribute to Michael Moorcock:
He sensed rather than saw the chamber that he had entered. Not a cave with raw stone but a building carved in the stone into a circular shape almost a perfect sphere. The orb seemed to levitate in the centre of the spherical chamber. The orb was blackness through darkness. Half a foot in diameter and lost in its own darkness, it radiated power and pulsated with evil. Damien tasted its anger that it had been found by a stranger and in his mind came the face of the archpriest smiling, commanding to hand him the priceless object. Memories of immense antiquity echoed in his mind. In front of him was an object that existed for millennia even before coming into the Land of Oyr and he was being crushed by its power. But he summoned all his willpower and straightened his body. Looking straight at the orb, he entered the chamber unbent and whole. For some unknown reason, he drew his sword as if he was facing an enemy.
Damien descended carefully the slippery round chamber and when he reached the center with his right hand holding his sword he stretched his left arm to grab the orb. At the same time, he heard behind him echoes of voices, steel clashing on steel and yells of anger and pain. Although light was fading, noises sounded very clear and even amplified.
Without hesitation, he stretched his hand to grab the orb but the pain at its mere touch shocked him so much he fell on the floor half fainted. Damien tried to find his bearing as his mind was clearing. He focused on estimating his situation.
The orb was glued in his left hand and the pain increased by the seconds making him scream in agony. The orb tried to possess his mind. Damien sensed powers like ropes trying to tie him and bring him down and he resisted with all his strength. Then the ropes became chains of gold and promises of greatness and the force was loosened, but not ended. The demonic intelligent artefact was using all its cunning and powers to bend him. Damien was wavering between promises and threats. Suddenly in his mind came the buried memories of his race, the men of light, and their struggle with demons and their cursed spawn for thousands of years. He felt his mother watching him, but it wasn’t his real mother but the Mother of all men of light, sad for her abandonment of them but confident that her children would find their way eventually. The ropes that tied him broke, the gold fell unnoticed and Damien could stand again shaking all ties to the demons. Then the pain stopped as suddenly as it had started.
It seemed he had taken over the orb and it could not control him. He had won! His connection with the orb gave him special powers. Despite total darkness, Damien could see clearly as day, but intense pain still clouded his mind. Tears were in his eyes and the only thing he could do was to try to remove the orb. He failed. He realized it was now a part of his arm, part of his body as natural as his fist. The orb felt soft to his touch despite its weight and crystal-like material. An ebony projection of his arm forever.
Land of Oyr 