A is for ADVENTURE. Not many people know it but I recently embarked on a new writing adventure. I leaped into the world of writing for a video game. In some ways it is similar to the writing I have been doing all along, yet in other ways it is very different from what I am used to doing. So this month will be a hodge podge of stuff about my current books as well as learning about this new world that I am exploring.

For the first time in my writing career, I am not a solo act. There is a team of writers. The team is made up of three talented writers that each bring a different set of skills to the table. Besides the three of us there are also artists, developers and a whole slew of other aspects of the game that I’m not even aware of. Somehow at some point in the future all of these elements will come together in an exciting new video game. An exciting prospect, but at this point in time, a little intimidating for a solitary writer like me who hasn’t played video games in (well we won’t go there) just suffice it to say it has been a really long time and gaming has come a long way in the intervening years.

So welcome to my ADVENTURE. Enjoy the ride.

Dragon Knight: Resurrection


Jesus went up on the mountain and there he sat down with his disciples. The Jewish feast of Passover was near. When Jesus raised his eyes and saw that a large crowd was coming to him, he said to Philip, “Where can we buy enough food for them to eat?” Philip answered him, “Two hundred days’ wages worth of food would not be enough for each of them to have a little bit. One of his disciples Andrew the brother of Simon Peter said to him, “There is a little boy here who has five barley loaves and two fish: but what good are these for so many?” Jesus said, “Have the people recline.”

Naftili and his father had traveled to the Sea of Galilee to trade some wool with and put some on ships bound for Chorazin and points north. They had stopped in Bethsaida to purchase some food for their journey home. Several Jews spotted them and began to harass them. Naftili was confused. He knew Abba had told him to stay away from Jews and that they were different and that their faith was the true one. But these people did not seem any different from them at least they did not look any different. It did not make any sense. So they found a Samaritan who would sell them some barley loaves and fishes and began their journey back to Sychar and home. While walking they came across a loud large group of people listening to a man speak. Abba wanted to hurry past, but Naftili was walking slowly and listening.

“Naftili, come on If we wish to get out of here before dark you must hurry.”

“But, Abba, is not that the man who was in Sychar last year. Did he not forgive Mary? I want to stay and listen to him. I like hearing what he says.”

“No we cannot stay, besides he is a Jew.”

“Wait father. There is a crowd gathering by the lake Jesus is speaking. Can we go and listen to him for a little while. Mother is not expecting us till dinner.”

“Yes I suppose we can he. Just do not tell Rabbi Jacob.”

Naftili laughed. “What is so funny son?”

Naftili pointed at the crowd. Standing on the very edge was Rabbi Jacob.

Well I guess we need not keep it from him. Let us join him and see what this Jewish teacher has to say.”

They could hear the seagulls squealing on the shore and the wind gently blowing through the palm trees as they approached and found a rock sandy spot to sit and listen.

Rabbi Jacob looked at the pair and raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Welcome Joseph and Naftili. And what are you doing here.”

Joseph and Naftili laughed as they got comfortable on the ground. Father cleared his throat. “We could ask you the same question. It appears as if we all have an interest in hearing this man speak.”

Rabbi Jacob nodded and winked at Naftili. “See I told you it would work out if your obeyed your father.”

Naftili nodded and smiled. Things had worked out and hopefully his father would be as excited by Jesus as he already was.

Jesus voice pulled him in. He could sit and listen to him speak all day. What he said made sense. But he was a Jew and Abba said that the Jews were wrong and to stay away from them. But he felt drawn to this man to the things he said. Could father be wrong, could the rabbis and teachers be wrong? What was so wrong with the Jews anyway? Naftili quieted his mind and listened as Jesus spoke of love and forgiveness. This did not sound wrong.

Before he knew it was early evening. HIs stomach grumbled and the crowd of about five thousand was getting restless. One of Jesus’s followers was trying to figure out a way to feed all these people. Naftili was not sure how they could do that. Jesus would have to send all these people home, but some of them had travel a long way and needed ford before they could travel.

Just then one of the man’s followers approached Naftili.

“Hello, greetings, I am Andrew. I see you have some food and it is getting late in the day. Could you possibly share your meager meal with the master he has been speaking to the crowds all day and is very hungry?”

Naftili looked to his Abba. “Abba, what do you think, can we share with the teacher.”

“Only a few loaves of bread and some fishes. That will not be enough but you can have it.”

“Come with me, so the master can bless your humble offering. Although I agree it will not be enough.”

Abba hesitated and then nodded. “We would not get much further today and can get more food tomorrow.”

Andrew the apostle led them to where the master sat with his other followers. Naftili handed the food to Jesus. But Jesus refused to take it and instead insisted that Philip and Andrew distribute it to the people “Master, this boy has offered to share his food. I am sure it is not enough for the crowd, but at least you may eat.”

Jesus looked at him. then the apostles. “No Andrew! Take the loaves and fishes and distribute them to the people. I will eat when they have all been fed.

“But Master there is not enough.”

“Just do as I asked.”

Andrew nodded and the other eleven stood and began to distribute the food.

Naftili knew the food would not feed this whole crowd and tried to object but the master just winked at him as the disciples passed out the food.

They never seemed to run out and soon all the people seemed to have something to eat and the men collected leftovers.

When they returned they were amazed along with Naftili that there had been more than enough. They carried with them several baskets with leftovers. Now Naftili knew he had to listen to this man Jesus for something miraculous had just happened when all had doubted there had been more than enough.

He and his father sat down with Jesus and the others and listened to Jesus speak. Even though they were the same scriptures the Rabbi read at temple, Jesus made them sound different and interpreted them different, they were so full of love and peace.

Soon it was night and Jesus and his disciples left to pray and make camp. The rest of the people, Naftili estimated at least 5 five thousand settled in small groups and built campfires to keep warm through the night. Abba was not sure what to do. Naftili could tell he had been impressed by Jesus and the things he said, but still did not feel comfortable staying here with so many Jews about. They got as far away as they could without actually leaving the hillside. when Philip came up to them. “The Master knows of your distress and has invited you to rest in our camp for the night. Then you can resume your journey in the morning.”

Abba accepted the invitation and soon Naftili and his father were settled with the twelve and Jesus. All were tired so there was little talking as each settled down to sleep.

Before he could close his eyes and escape to dreamland Jesus came over to the corner of the field where they had chosen to lie down.

He happily welcomed them and sat down for a moment to share about their experience of the day.

Soon Naftili could no longer keep his eyes open and Jesus sensing how tired he was said good night and went to his own sleeping pallet.

Naftili watched as he bypassed the pallet and went off by himself. I wonder what he is doing.

Abba overheard his whispers and answered. “My guess would be that he is praying. Something we should do, before sleeping.”

“Yes Abba.” The two said their night prayers and settled down for a night’s rest.


DragonKnights: Resurrection


Here is another excerpt from Dragon Knights: Resurrection


A jade colored dragon, Tatsu. flew over the city of Sychar. Satan had brought him here from his home planet of Ramajadin. From what he could see the people here seemed even more backward than the people and races from his home. He shook his head and roared as he reminded himself that Ramajadin was no longer his home. Instead this backwards planet was the place he would call home.  From the looks of things and what he had been able to ascertain in his short time here this people would be much easier to bring to Satan and ultimately enslave for his own evil purposed. He roared again as he flew in front of the sun. He watched the little people look to the sky and then run in fear into their little houses. It would be so easy to burn those flimsy buildings and kill the people, but that’s not what he was supposed to do. Instead he saw a stable and a lone cow. His stomach rumbled. It had been days since he had last eaten. One more roar, a blast of white hot flame and the stable was gone and the cow cooked to perfection. It was not enough but it was a beginning. He would need to find some more of these cows. His and Dryas’s eggs would be hatching soon and they would be hungry.

He swooped down and gobbled the cow in one large bite. Then flew off toward the caves in the mountains above Galilee.


Naftili walked back to the house. As he walked through the outskirts of town he felt someone grab him and pull him behind the house.

“What are you doing Naftili? Why are you chasing that Jew? Did your father not tell you to stay away from him?” It was old Jacob.

“Yes, Rabbi.” But you have heard him speak. Have you listened to him?”

The Rabbi released him. “Yes, yes I have. And I know how you feel. I want to hear more I want to be with Jesus all the time, but the Torah forbids us spending time with Jews. You should obey your father until we can figure out a way to do this thing.”

“Yes Rabbi Jacob, I know you are right, but the pull is so strong.”

“I know my boy. You go home tonight. Tomorrow come back and then we will find a way to see this Jesus.”

“All right I will do as you say. Until tomorrow and then we will find a way.”

Tell your father that the Rabbi wants to see you. He is a good man your father and you should not disobey him.

Good night Rabbi Jacob.

Good night Naftili.

He slowly walked the few blocks back to the house. It had been a strange evening and he was not sure what to think.

When he arrived he washed up again and went in the house and right to his bed. Abba must have been in the barn, because he did not see him in the house as he snuck through. His mother brought him some food. As he ate he thought about Jesus and Andrew and the other apostles. He thought about all the things Jesus said and about being introduced to Jesus by Andrew. How could these simple men be as bad as the townspeople said they were? They did not seem any different than his family. If only he could understand adults, but then again if he did understand them then he might never have gone to listen to Jesus.

He woke early the next morning before his father and rushed out to the barn to tend his chores and make up for missing work from yesterday. He thought about Imma and Abba and the townspeople and how tough things had been since Abba had been ill and Gavrielle had been taken. He felt bad for disobeying his father, but even in the cold light of dawn he still felt a strong pull to be near Jesus, to hear what he had to say.

When he finished his chores he cleaned up and went into the house. His mother was up and making their small breakfast and father must have been out doing some chores. He was not sure how he had not seen him, but figured he must have gone out while his back was turned. He sat down and table the bread and pheasant eggs that Imma had prepared.

“Imma, Rabbi Jacob had asked me to meet him this morning. He has something he wants to show me.”

“All right you may go if you have finished your chores.”

“Yes, Imma. Where is Abba? I did not see him when I was outside doing my chores.”

“He went to the caves. One of the sheep was giving birth and in trouble. Go on ahead and meet Rabbi Jacob.”

“Be back in time for dinner.”

“Yes Imma.”

Naftili scurried off to meet Rabbi Jacob. He was excited and hoped the Rabbi had a plan so they could listen to Jesus speak again. When he arrived at the temple the rabbi was nowhere to be found. His excitement quickly deflated like a balloon. He asked the baker if he had seen the rabbi. He responded that he had not seen the old busybody all morning, but if he did he would let Naftili know. Naftili walked away kicking at the stones on the hard packed earth of the road. He was not at all sure what to do now. He would go and find father and see if he could be any help with the sheep. as he walked up the hill to the cave he saw the crowd gathering again by the lake. He knew father was near and he dare not follow the crowd.

He continued to the cave. He saw his father coming out of the cave and ran to him. “Abba is everything all right. How are the sheep and the new lamb?”

“Yes they are fine. That Jewish man you are so enamored with and some of his followers came in early this morning with their herds and when he saw our distress they offered to he help us. He saved the lambs.”

“There was more than one.”

“Yes the ewe had triplets. Usually if there is more than two one will die. Yet this man, this Jew managed to save the third one and even convince the mother to care for all three.”

“But why would he help you? You are not a Jew.”

“I do not know Naftili. All I do know is that when I needed help he was there and he helped. Now we can go home to you mother and celebrate.”