All That Remains

James BellSeptember 25, 2018

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All That Remains

written by: James Bell

@bel_avocat

Only through words can our futile thoughts find some semblance of order

Life brings discord and chaos with seldom a safe haven or welcoming border

Letters crowd and litter the paintings framed by the mind

What perceptive sentences can we ever hope to find

Phrases like blood surge through our warm veins

In the end a beautifully etched story is all that remains

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When he was in kindergarten, P.C. managed to convince his classmates that his grandma was a tribal shamaness. Then he learned his letters, and kidding his friends no longer seemed adequate—so he started to write. P.C. has published two standalone novels, Deception of the Damned and The Priest of Orpagus, and his stories have been featured in various publications. His latest novel, Celts and the Mad Goddess, is the first installment of The Deathless Chronicle. He has lived in six countries and on three continents. While it burned a hole in his bank account, the seminomadic lifestyle has inspired most of his stories and novels. P.C. has settled with his wife in southern Spain, where he goes swimming and cycling whenever he isn’t too busy writing stories and teaching English.