Author K R Paul
Military Thrillers X Urban Fantasy
Month: September 2020
Confessions from the Trail: Pre-Race Traditions
Confession from the Trail: Pre-Race Traditions
One of the questions I fielded as I started talking ultramarathons on this blog was, “What pre-race traditions do you have?” And I love this question because each person’s pre-race traditions are unique and hold a special meaning or purpose.
Welcome to the unreal?
Unlike many of my other posts, which go through a rigorous review and proofreading process, this is a little more stream of consciousness.
Why?
My paperback released for pre-sales today. And I was not emotionally prepared for the response.
Born, Not Bitten (Part 13)
Born, Not Bitten (Part 13): Her father must have caught the frown and thought it was directed at him. “I wasn’t always feral, you know. I met Autumn, your mother, before I was ever bitten. I loved her. I wanted to spend my life with her and tried to prove it every day. I moved to the homestead, the only human in the entire settlement.”
He hung his head, as if the words weighed on him. “But, I was bitten not long after in an attack on the homestead. It was ok at first. I had an entire pack to ease me through the transition, even if they were all born werewolves.”
Summer’s heart warmed to hear that her pack would try to help him when she knew how much they had always told her they despised bitten werewolves.
Born, Not Bitten (Part 12)
Born, Not Bitten (Part 12): Summer shook her head. “I’m an office worker. A nuisance to my pack who’s only good for one thing.” Summer’s mouth pinched into a narrow line and her brows furrowed.
“Maybe they tell you that. Maybe they’ve told you often enough that you believe it. But it took only five minutes for you to sway almost your entire pack away from the Elders to your side. You didn’t even have a side when you started. You spoke it into being.”
Confessions from the Trail: Nutrition
Confession from the Trail: Nutrition
Over the last ten years I’ve run through thick and thin but I’m finally finding the best balance of the two. The answers to questions about my nutrition for ultramarathons
Confessions from the Trail: Close Encounters of the Critter Kind!
Confession from the Trail: Close Encounters of the Critter Kind!
Dogs and spiders and bears, oh my! It’s always something! But if you’re wondering what kind of track you’re seeing, just make sure it’s not a tank track first.
Born, Not Bitten (Part 11)
Born, Not Bitten (Part 11): “Am I not Pack, Dittany? Or is that what this is about? What it’s really about?” Summer took another step toward Dittany who backed up. “I’m just violent enough to be useful but you know what I’ve done and you won’t claim me. Just a tool, huh, Auntie?” She sneered the term. “It’s all about what I am to you.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about, child.” Dittany shook her head warningly again. “You don’t speak for us. We won’t condone your violence.”
“You called me for a reason. You allowed my violence because you needed it. You asked for this,” she said, punctuating each word with a stabbing finger towards Dittany. “And my work isn’t done. Until it is, you don’t get a say.”