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“Who are these so-called Bounty Hunters?” – Rueben asked. Mack took a deep sigh and started to explain - “Bounty Hunters was a secret society of foul mercenaries. These voracious mercenaries craved only one thing – Gold. Give them the right amount of gold and they’ll cause absolute mayhem. Known as the masters of strategy and camouflage, stories say that they could easily take down heavily guarded castles.” “Camouflage? So that’s what the green capes were for!” – Reuben mulled. Mack nodded his head and continued - “During the reign of King Leron’s father Adam–The Brave, the notoriousness of Bounty Hunters was at its peak. If there was any immoral activity going on in the realm you could bet your ass that they had to be involved in one way or the other. People started calling them the Hounds, because some of them fed on human meat. The King had no choice but to pass a search and kill order for every cape bearer. It was a dark time! Soon, most of the Bounty …


“Your kind shall not survive! At last, I am free… Now you shall feel my wrath. All life shall destroy!” – A nightmare woke Blasius up. He was sweating profusely. He quaffed down some water to regain his senses and opened the drapes of his chamber to soothe down his uneasiness. The surroundings were eerily quiet. Most of the guards were snoring their lungs out. Even the workers and slaves were signing one last agreement with their so-called beds under the white blemished black canopy. Blasius had spent quite a few nights in the Horrow, but there was something odd about this one. “Maybe it’s the cube?” – Blasius pensively went to sleep.
“This is the most peaceful I have felt since we got posted in this hell-hole!” – Birk said gulping down his favorite wine. “I won’t take back a half-filled wine barrel with me, so we better chug this thing down to the bottom before sunrise!” – Birk and Tim joyfully smashed their mugs together and slurped. “You know, something interesting happened today. I…


      “What happened inside the sanctum?” – Sazar asked as a group of guards helped the wounded Lord climb out of the mountain. “Things you cannot even begin to fathom Sazar!” – A terrified voice muttered. “But who did this to you and how?” – Sazar was befuddled. “Mad Cow! I was in that shithole for like three hour-glasses! And none of you fools came to check in on me…” – Blasius was ferocious. Workers, slaves, guards, soldiers whispered and chattered like a fish market. None had any clue about what was going on. To bring order to the crowd, Blasius regained his sense of the surroundings and said – “Seal this tunnel, we’ll be leaving for the capital tomorrow at the first ray of sunlight.” The slaves put down their tools and after a long time took a breath that truly made them feel alive. They didn’t care what was inside the sanctum be it gold, gemstones or dark nothingness. All they knew was that they were going back home to their filthy but cozy beds!
“I don’t see any chest or hell e…


  “Move it you lazy asses!” - howled the stout commander in an insolent voice. There was a flurry of haste all around in the lush green HORROW'S JUNGLE where the monsoon had just ended. Horrow’s Jungle was a large dense patch of forest situated far from the capital of FORTIS. It was named so because the forest was home to a variety of vicious species of animals and had barely witnessed any interference from man. The climate of the Horrow was such that it received heavy rainfall for half the year and scorching heat for the other. In the center of the jungle, stood the HORROW'S SUMMIT - a 4000 feet tall mountain.
           Hundreds of workers and slaves dressed in shabby white gowns were throwing their tools hard at the rocks for months now to dig a tunnel in search of THE SANCTUM inside Horrow’s Summit. The clinking voices of metal hitting solid boulders echoed for distances. Vegetation was burnt on a large scale around the mountain to set up encampments, chambers, watch towe…


Many a times, we have witnessed a good blog transforming into a successful book. Some of the most evident examples are: “This is why you are fat” from Jessica Amason or “Twitter Wit” from Nick Douglas, which instantly became best sellers. No doubt, this maneuver is perfect in its own. But today, I’ll be taking a road much less trodden. I’ll be trying to implement a novel written by me in the form of a bi-weekly blog. To be honest, there won’t be any graphics or audio that will make this blog visually appealing but, its content will make up for all the lack of luster, I guarantee.
      Novels are great. We sit down with a coffee mug and in a single or few multiple long stretches of time, we reach the end of the novel to find out who was the murderer or the marauder (in most cases). Let’s admit it though, many of us don’t have that amount of time or at times we feel disappointed when the adrenaline rush plummets after a classic thriller ends in just a few days. We all want something …