I am a independent writer who wants to grow his audience, I am hoping to use this site to post some of my stories in hopes that someone likes it and might want to buy some of my ebooks on amazon kindle. Here are a few links to my amazon books and chapter 1 of a novella I am writing. Please enjoy and tell me what you think, I thrive on constructive critiques. https://www.amazon.com/Dragons-Ichor-Mythos-Book-ebook/dp/B076XV6LJ9 https://www.amazon.com/Storm-Ichor-...D=41u%2BhIp-xzL&preST=_SY445_QL70_&dpSrc=srch Chapter I - The Home Of Brute Clover Ethereal lotion with a pinkish tint poured onto a pair of hands that never suffered a days toil, the healing liquid overflowed, wastefully it dripped onto the floor. Finally after a mound of the priceless substance was poured it became smothered between two fat palms, as it sloshed back and forth thick globs of the lotion flew around. A small drip would have sufficed, spreading it by careful across ones body, but the master of the house demanded a constant hedonistic amount at his disposal. Whether he choose to waste it or not was his business, as was extortion, murder, and indulging in things I wish I didn’t know. “Damned eyepatch itches.” I said to myself as I witnessed that display. I peeled back the black leather patch over my right eye and felt at the wound. Pus trailed as I pulled back my finger when I finished examining it, it smelt bitter, that wasn’t good. Months since losing my eye and it still itches and oozes disgusting fluids, the wound where my eye was had almost healed but there was a slit there that kept throbbing, no doubt an infection from my rather unhygienic lifestyle. If nothing is done I’ll have to take my knife to the wound and burn away all rot, that wouldn’t be a pleasant experience, I know I had to do it to my big to big toe, or rather half my big toe. My eyes though were special to me, they reminded me of my mother, seeing her ruby red eyes always gave me comfort, and losing depth perception was a hassle. I would go to a priest to get my wound examined, though in my experience holymen do not treat those they consider hellspawn. Yes goblins, even half goblins never get the best of medical treatment, not like humans would know the difference. I am one of the last of my race left in the world, some would consider it my duty to strive to live to continue the goblin bloodline. Trying to survive in this world alone and as a goblin isn’t easy, most curatives don’t work on me because of my rock hard skin, my pitch black tone is marred by many ugly scars that I had to treat myself. For my recent infection however the best chance to cure it before it festers was to infiltrate the estate of Brute Clover, the only known maker of the rejuvenating lotion I need. Lovers Kiss it is called, a ridiculous name that I’m sure Clover named himself. High in demand it is sold in limited quantities despite Brutes high stock in the stuff, from what I observed old Brute enjoys to smother his obese body with it, though I wish I hadn’t. Thankfully what I witnessed was only half burned into my vision due to the loss of my right eye, I tend to look for the bright, which helped me to size up the estate defences. The thirty foot tall brick wall around the main building was easy to scale due to it being close to more humble homes in that part of the city. Those shacks that surrounded the wall didn’t reach the top, but they provided me a jumping point, I’d leap into the air and latch walls with my long, hard nails. Digging into the seams of the wall I ascend with little trouble, do mostly to my lean muscular limbs. The best time to do this was at night, when the lights of the city of Zealont were dying down, covering my dark form as I scaled the wall. I climbed that wall back and forth for four nights in a row so I could probe the estate, the first night was finding the best place to scale the wall, which was covered by the most darkness and offered the best view of the estate grounds. The second night I infiltrated the courtyard, I saw that there were guards posted at the front and back gate, nine of them patrolled the outside of the manor, including the garden and tiled walkway. I studied the movements, listened to them and picked the right time to invade their employers sanctuary. During the third night I climbed the side of the manor, it was twice the height of the wall that surrounded it, covered with towers, balconies, and large windows. I don’t like to think about that night, because that was the night when I was around the fourth floor and I looked through a open window to see him naked. It was painful to see a body covered in horrible mounds of fat stretching dark pinkish skin to its limits, bathing in a large pool of the lotion he creates, it made me feel like vomiting even though goblins can’t vomit. Witnessing that horror made me tempted to just cut the infection out with my knife and burn wound shut, but my pride demanded I get that lotion. Since I left the care of my parents I desired to see the world, but that naivety died quickly. Witnessing cruelty, tyranny, and venomous bigotry against me and others made me somewhat despise the world I adapted to, thievery seemed the only honest code I could survive by. Truthfully I was envious of the humans, the wonder instilled in me by my mothers stories of the old goblin realms shattered, by the world as it became, just like my father warned. Stealing from the human nobles was never about reparations for the past, it was just the profession I choose, the only one that keeps me fed, and gifted with certain luxuries. Soldiers risk death or capture for their ale, families, and whores, a thief risks the same for a whole lot more, the treasures I’ve taken fill my home like trophies to a sportsman. I suppose the thrill in knowing the power you hold is almost euphoric, to walk into the most securest of places without anyone knowing you were there had a overwhelming power over me, Miller Crap goblin thief. That is why I returned to the estate for a fourth night, I climbed the wall but as I climbed I noticed the estate was very quiet. No guards were at the gate either, I found that suspicious, lifting myself onto the rise of bricks and mortar I found no guards on patrol in the courtyard. The windows were all closed, and the lights were out except for a faint orange glow, I could see it through the closed balcony doors at the top floor of the manor. My hard skin rolled up in ruffles, that is what goblins do instead of getting goosebumps, something wasn’t right. I could feel it, the air was cold even though it was the middle of summer, and I couldn’t hear any citylife except off in the distance. All the lights in that part of the city were off except for the glow of full moon and the orange glow in that estate. Still wanted to go through with the job because my wound throbbing painfully as pus leaked out of my eye patch. I desired a relief from that pain, even though it was going against my gut feeling that lost me my eye in the first place. Despite my gut feeling I climbed down the wall into the garden and crouched down under the bushes. Slowly I crawled towards the side of the manor, like many times before I perked up my sensitive pig like ears to listen for any sound. All I heard was my own quiet breathing, that often means I am sneaking into a trap, my distinctive mug was drawn onto many wanted posters, with orders to kill on sight. Especially in Zealont the holy city, here my very presence was considered sacrilege. That didn’t stop me from robbing the Stone Towers, home of the stone queen, I stole a bag of her most valuable precious stones, I wanted one as a replacement eye but the shine made me stand out in the dark too much, so I use them as paper weights and doorstops. Opening a locked window on the ground level of the manor I slipped into the darkness and could already smell my prize, the honey smell of the lotion filled the manor. Figuring I could find some easy I searched the dark manor, luckily goblins can see in the dark but it is all in shades of red, but in the dark my depth of feel is hampered, and even more so since I lost my eye. Going through the window I came into the parlor finding no trace of Lovers Kiss, no bottles, jars, nothing, but the scent teased me as it guided me into the hallway. There I saw the walls were covered in paintings but with my night vision I can’t see what look like; I could only imagine what images Clover had obsessively adorned in his home. From what I overheard in town the ground floor and second floor up were used to entertain guests, so of course it would be filled with amenities of a boastful host, game tables, expensive art pieces, and banquet halls. I haven’t seen kings with such sinful indulgences inside their castles, but this nobleman had the desire to erected a tribute to gluttony in his home. During my search I opened the doors to the banquet hall and instantly my senses was assaulted by the smell of rotting piles of food. Remains of a past feast had drawn flies inside the cavernous room, there buzzing mixed well with the toxic smell trapped in there with the flying pests. Even the sweet scent of Lovers Kiss didn’t mask the smell of moulding fruit, it must’ve been left there since the last feast. The greedy lord of the house probably only hires staff to clean his home before he throws a party, by the state of the hall. Closing shut tight the doors I continued my search in the other rooms on the ground floor, after a careful search I found no trace of the healing lotion. So I decided head upstairs, climbing the grand staircase since it was made with stone, and I couldn’t have to worry about creaking floorboards. My feet touched the carpeted steps silently, I remained cautious even though I heard nothing in the house, because my gut still told me something was wrong. The thought of came to me as I climbed those stairs that perhaps the nobleman decided on a spontaneous holiday, but my wise cynicism reminded me that it didn’t explain, why he didn’t leave guards to watch over his estate in his absence? Explanations kept pouring into my mind up till I set foot at top of the stairs where I saw nothing, stunned my night vision became blinded by absolute blackness, then I heard something, so quickly I tried to retreat down the stairs but the way had been sealed off. Then I white light flared up and completely blinded me, its intensity burned my eye, causing me to fall to my knees in agony as I tried to see what was causing it with my tear soaked eye.