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Robin Randle

Posted in • Wood Dickinson Sites, Book, God, Hope, Humility, Love, Monsters, Robin Randle Stories, self-publishing, Writing with tags , , , on 10/19/2018 by wooddickinson

The day is almost here. Publication of The Robin Randle Stories will be in December. I’m currently writing a second Robin story so I decided to change things a bit.
Book 1 – (the original novel) is now titled-
“In The Region Where Madness Dwells • During the Time of Shadows” a Robin Randle Story.
Book 2 – “Legends of the End” a Robin Randle Story
More on Book 2 later.


Make sure to sign up on our email site so you will be the first to know when Book 1 is out. I plan special promotions, signed copies, free copies and merchandise if there is a demand. I need all your help to have a successful launch. Please click this link –

https://mailchi.mp/05545a3bf78b/robinrandle

News

Posted in • Wood Dickinson Sites, Block Island, Book, Fear, God, Love, Monsters, self-publishing, Writing with tags , , , , , on 10/10/2018 by wooddickinson

Hekate's KeyAs preparations get underway for the release of the first Robin Randle story I want to give folks a heads up on things. Websites will be changing so watch for that. My blog is 10 Past Midnight and is located at http://www.10pastmidnight.com. Probably where you are right now. I plan on using this blog as my main launch point but I want you to know about a few other locations on the Internet. Most will carry the same information. The Robin Randle site is up for major work. The mail list sign up is on this blogs home page. Right side of the page. I’m using Mail Chimp and I think it is safe.

https://www.facebook.com/TheRobinRandleStories/
https://www.facebook.com/10pastmidnight/
http://www.robinrandle.com

I need every ones help in putting together this mail list. Did I say everyones help? Share with your friends, blast social media, what ever you’d like. I’m not proud. I promise I won’t hit you with a 100 emails a day but it will be the best way for you to find out when the book is going to be released. I will probably do an early release date that will include a limited number of signed copies. Detail to follow.

As for my new novel, Legends of the End, Robin finds herself in a situation the likes she’d never dreamed of facing. There are horrors pulled from Howard Phillips Lovecraft’s mythologies intermixed with the realities of Robin’s life. I don’t want to say too much as it might end up being spoilers for the first book. Here is a short clip. Enjoy:

Legends of the End by Wood Dickinson ©2018 All Rights Reserved

Once I got there I raised my hands then brought them down together. I held them before my chest, I gathered my power, my angelic power hoping to knock this creature away. I didn’t care what Alex saw anymore. I worked my hands together like I was molding clay but this ball was no clay. I said, “Ialpurg noar .” (The burning flames has become – translated from Angelic) .and a glow of light began to build up from my palms. I looked up at the creature, it had become aware of the power I was attempting to open. It let go of Alex and started backing away. The light I held became bright like a small blue star in my hands. I tried lifting my hands so I couldn’t express that power away from me and into the monster but it never left my hands. The light just got brighter until I had to drop it. The star lept into me and I stiffened for a moment then glowed. What a shit storm. I couldn’t believe this, any of this. This was not happening. The shock of absorbing the energy I’d created was just too much for me. Things began to spin. A darkness creeped into the edge of my vision and I felt that horrible feeling you have when you know you’re going to pass out. I fought it, then I was gone.

Fear

Posted in Art, Buildings, Color, Fear, Fine Art Photography, Hope, Monsters, Need, Photography, TV, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , on 01/22/2014 by wooddickinson

TSH Window-3Fear has been with us from the begging of our existence. Fear is a healthy response to places, people and situations that could lead to injury or an untimely death.

The funny thing about fear is the fact that in real life we shun it but in our fantasy life we embrace it. I have a lot of friends that tell me they can’t wait until the next slasher movie comes out. They read horror novels, watch television programs designed to elicit fear and terror in viewers not thinking about the true horror that runs through our daily lives.

Things like school shootings, airplanes coming close to diving off a cliff when landing not to mention the blizzards and extreme temps we have been experiencing this month. Weather can bring out the worst in people as they fight for supplies before the storm arrives.steps c copy

As an artist I’m charged with some responsibility to at least try and make some sense of this irrational conundrum. Fear is fine as long as it’s not real or it’s not me. Cross either line and all bets are off. I’m not going to delve into the psychology of this. I’m going to offer a couple of pieces I’ve done recently that, for me, pick at that boundary between the real and not so real.

Stay warm. Hope you have gas for your generator and some bread to eat.

During the Time of Shadows

Posted in • Wood Dickinson Sites, Book, Faith, Fear, God, Hope, Monsters, Robin Randle Stories, Trees, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , on 01/02/2014 by wooddickinson
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Black Tower

I was closing on the tower.  It was round with a pointed roof cap a good four stories above me.  It was completely black but not like dirty stone streaked with ages of dust storms and polluted air, no it shined in the tepid moonlight reminding me of obsidian.  No, it was obsidian and the glass surface was covered with ancient words.  As hard as it was for me to believe, the tower looked to be one single piece of stone carved into this shape.  As I approached, it loomed overhead emitting black like the natural glass it was.  This tower had been forged in the heart of a volcano and born perfectly formed just for this purpose.  The writing had been etched with painstaking accuracy onto the tower’s glass surface then fused with a power that made the words glow with light.  Different colored lights passed through the letters as they gave power to these ancient words.  This language was born deep in the mists of my memory.  It was when the ancient gods of the chaos had laid their plans to hold power over all creation.  These words were as old as the wretched seven words of pure magic.

Energy streaked around the tower first in the color of white lightning but then fading to blood red giving way to a pale blue glow.  These sparks of lightning shattered the night as they wove the wicked north wind that was leaving my hands numb.

The trail played out near the base of the tower.  I wanted to keep my distance from the wretched object but that wasn’t happening.  I couldn’t imagine touching this horror.  I found myself in awe of the hopelessness held by this monstrous bit of Wormwood’s handy work.  The wind had taken on the bitter smell of almonds and the frigid air swirled around me like snakes, crushing me with the power of a language I could no longer understand.  It was spinning the terror of the unknowing.  The terror of this tower’s unknowing.  This tower should not be.  Yet, here it was.  I had to do something to get away from this freakish, malformed cold.  I could only hope this chaos wasn’t living inside the tower as well.  I forced my feet into an awkward stumble as I made my way around the tower’s base only to fall face first onto the ground of the redwood forest.  As I spit dirt and pine needles from my mouth I forced myself to get up off the molding ground.  It was then I saw it.  A problem designed to pull the last bit of hope from my heart.  The doorless opening for the tower was a good fifteen feet above ground level.  I just had to be short right?

Words like the ones on the tower

Words like the ones on the tower

Guest Blog

Posted in 100 in 365, Abstract, Art, • Wood Dickinson Sites, Book, Faith, Feature Film, Fine Art Photography, Monsters, Photography, renegade pictures, Telly Awards with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on 08/29/2013 by wooddickinson

 

My recent interview at my-addictionbooks.blogspot by Nadine Maritz. Thanks Nadine. Follow the link below:

http://ow.ly/omYJl

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