Getting a bit ahead of myself here. This is merchandise for, and also the blurb for, my new novel ‘What Little We May Do’, which isn’t quite available to buy yet.

One of the accounts of the War against the Sea of Nothing, with the multiverse itself struggling to survive the relentless advance of the Void, the consuming nothingness sent by the King of the Sea of Nothing, who cannot abide the existence of anything not created by himself (at least that’s the legend.)

A continuing, eclectic fantasy series in narrative poetic form, showing the war from a multitude of fronts. If any of this has caught your attention and you might like to check out the story, or any other of my works, keep an eye out here:

http://www.rmepaul.com/works-available-to-buy

or here:

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Text:

How the weary, bloodied folk of North-Hill might
Soon come to miss their former war and plight,
For such, at least, a mind might hope to judge aright
But not so for the coming blight,
The feasting, faceless, endless blight.

How the merry Ultiks know their bloody way is right,
Yet wish the Hill they plague had more the heart to fight;
Perhaps they’ll try to rage against the looming, lingering night,
But they know not the woeful blight,
The cruelty of the coming blight.

And when the last Duke of the Hill and the last Ultik Queen
‘Gainst death and madness and much worse vie for a hope unseen,
They’ll face such fights and horrors past their strangest, foulest dreams,
And fight to halt the urge to deem
That only doom abounds and teems.

But come what may, they must push through
And do the little they might do.

Copyright 2017 © by Richard Paul/Onisimith