The NEW Castle!!!!

Welcome dear friends and readers to the new, improved Night Castle! After an extended hiatus and numerous renovations, I’m glad to finally be back here sharing words with all of you🙂

First, I suppose we should address the “extended hiatus” part. Well, the short version is, life got in the way, weddings and funerals kind of way ;/

And, I felt it was time to give ye old blog a new makeover, optimize it for mobile and so forth. And so, here it is.

After the new look, one may notice the new menu. We now have short stories and poetry, as well as all your favorite novels🙂  (They are favorites, right?) Each image has a link to Amazon where you can buy them in either digital or paperback. !

And, there’s a link to a new store on the Web, True Dragon’s Etsy Store! Here you’ll find lots of great fantasy items, jewelry and so forth, as well as new and unique t shirts! Stop by today and see what we’ve got in stock. More items are added all the time!

Speaking of stores, if your in the mood for something more graceful, stop by WhispySnowAngel’s Etsy store for awesome keychains, bracelets, jewelry, bookmarks and much much more!!

Okay, enough commercials, time for the fun stuff, reading!

Yes, I am working on new material, although time is pretty strict on me ATM. Still, it’s a top priority and I can’t wait until you see what I’ve got in store. There’s the next book in the Arcania Rising series, as well as the further adventures of Shyene Lucas! Plus I’ve got a new idea on the way, something great that I know you’ll love.

Now when is all this great stuff coming out? Well, I don’t know. As fast as I can do it right🙂

Anywho, I’ll keep you posted, and in the meatime please enjoy everything the new blog has to offer!!


J.S. Eaton

The Hollow

A night is young, a road is old

A man whose fortune this night was told

Rides wary upon a steed of black

Destiny awaits, no turning back

From the Hollow


A cloud of night is the hand of doom

It’s fingers close about the moon

A shock of terror runs down the spine

The weight of fear upon his mind

About the Hollow


Amid dark trees strange eyes can see

The lone figure treading warily

Ancient sentinels, black of bark

Observe his passing among the dark

Of the Hollow


Across a creek, a bridge of old

The water tells a tale of woe

The reeds sing of deep despair

A raven warns to beware

Deep in the Hollow


A din will rise, the sound will creep

of undead things that never sleep

A shade of white reaches for his soul

‘Twas only a tree, bent and old

Born of the Hollow


Someone approaches, ’twill be here soon

Mounted upon hoof-beats of doom

We must flee, ourselves to save

Merely to fall upon a grave

Dug in the Hollow


The horse’s sound is drawing near

A face is now awash with fear

From out the night a rider hails

We must flee now, our courage fails

Within the Hollow


Upon a horse of darkest night

it’s eyes of red ‘a burning bright

On his left a flaming gourd

And on his right a shining sword

Lord of the Hollow

Down the road, swift as the wind

Lest the journey come to an early end

With demon’s laughter and hellish breath

Come the rider and horse whose name is Death

In the Hollow


The bridge ahead will free our fate

If we shall not arrive too late

For Death cannot pursue us there

Urge her on, our trusty mare

Through the Hollow


Across the brook, life is assured

The perilous journey now endured

Turns to laugh at Death in lark

The burning pumpkin finds it’s mark

Taken of the Hollow


Cold winds blow through twisted limbs

‘Till Death himself shall ride again

Upon the destrier of hell

To seek a head within the dell

Of Sleepy Hollow

Of a Woman

The name of a woman

says to me

all the wonderful things

that she can be

A mother, a daughter

a lover, a friend

who stands by your side

to whatever end

In the sight of a woman

does heaven unfold

Her curves tell a beauty

of ecstasy untold

Her shape enraptures

My heartbeat grows fast

Her form is perfection

Forever will last

The smell of a woman

is a beautiful morn

Her delicate beauty

in natural form

Her scent is a blessing

as a cool summer rain

Her fragrance inviting

but never in vain

The touch of a woman

is a wonderful thing

She makes my soul smile

My heart starts to sing

When her hand is in mine

None else do I need

Ne’er let her go

Is all I do plead

The voice of a woman

is music sublime

Hypnotic, erotic

Without form or time

She extolls her virtue

with every word

I listen enthralled

Every syllable heard

The kiss of a woman

is ecstasy pure

warm and inviting

bold yet demure

Her soft lips do speak

of the love in her soul

Pure and unsullied

Her passion extolled

The love of a woman

means everything

our lives are for naught

if her heart does not sing

Love her and cherish

each day that you live

For the love of a woman

whose heart she doth give

Love Wants Not

Love wants not, it freely gives

In the soul of charity, does it live

Ne’er will it demand, nor make a claim

Love always gives, but not in vain

Love wants not, to be undone

It seeks to last, as the burning sun

To endure the road of life together

Love wants to be, to last, forever

Love wants not to abandon thee

Will follow over land and sea

Love wants to grasp and never let go

It’s warm embrace, freely bestowed

Love wants not to walk alone

To stand as just the only one

Love wants a partner, tried and true

Who’s proud to say, just me and you

Love wants not to see you cry

In sadness left, to wonder why

Love wants to see your eyes turn bright

As a great full moon on a cloudless night

Love holds us together, keeps us whole

Without, what good is our immortal soul

To spend eternity void of hope

Alone, adrift, with nothing of note

Love wants not to be fettered down

Tightly gripped, chained to the ground

Love must be free, like the sky above

To soar like as a pure, and gentle dove

Love wants to see your beauty true

The in, the out, the really you

Love makes no judgment, wrong nor right

Love sincerely accepts, from morn ’til night

Love truly is our greatest treasure

A swell of emotion that has no measure

No precious jewel, or golden mountain

Could be worth more then true love’s fountain

Her Gentle Curves

A woman is love, given human form

So who’s to say what is the norm?

Whom should tell me what delights my soul

Shall I defer to another, my heart’s control


Her gentle curves, like the wings of a dove

Sends my soul to the skies

And the heavens above


Love is a treasure, more precious than gold

It makes life worth living, for the young and the old

Does love say what is beauty, based merely on sight

Or does it seek to delve deeper, to see beauty’s true light


Her gentle curves, like the wings of a dove

Sends my soul to the skies

And the heavens above


Delight to the eyes is a subject abstract

There are no set rules, no basis in fact

To see attractiveness solely based on our eyes

Is a cardinal sin, a terrible lie


Her gentle curves, like the wings of a dove

Sends my soul to the skies

And the heavens above


A woman’s true splendor comes from within

Her body a vessel for the love she can send

To whom that can see her for the angel she is

And accept her magnificence, in her splendid bliss


Her gentle curves, like the wings of a dove

Send my soul to the skies

And the heavens above


A woman’s beauty is not found in her size

Look into her heart, through the lens of her eyes

See the loveliness there, the tender virtue

And you’ll know that her heart is what matters to you


Her gentle curves, like the wings of a dove

Sends my soul to the skies

And the heavens above

Pool of Stars

Dany reached her hand into the water. The liquid was cool, lightly cold, but refreshing. The pool her hands were in was small, just a large bowl really, perched upon a graceful stand. It’s legs, though spindly, were made of finely wrought silver that stretched open at the top to form open arms that held the white marble bowl. Inside, white points of light shone out, like stars in the night sky. It was these points of light her hands were reaching for, trying to collect them in her small, delicate hands.

Behind her stood Magnar, her silent guardian and protector. The centaur had been with her for many years now, keeping her safe from harm. His strong arms and quick wit had seen them through many dangers. His bare chest spoke of his strength, and his sharp eyes, wary even here for any potential harm, gave the impression he always knew what was going to happen.

Not that she needed protection here, standing as they were within the plane of Natura. It was just a small pocket of that wide dimension really, a room within a much larger demesne. Green grass flowed across the ground like a blanket of natural carpet. Flowers bloomed here and there, their fragrance filling the air with a soothing and sensual aroma. Light shone from all directions, soft as a glimpse of morning on the first day of spring. It was always like that here. The ground rolled softly in small hills across the whole of this parcel of tranquility, smoothing only where the bowl where Dany now stood, and the glowing gateway where they’d entered.

Dany’s hand flowed gently within the still waters of the pool, causing small ripples at every movement. The stars within waved gently as the waves washed over them. She caught a speck of light within her hand, and lifted it gently out. Her heart grieved at what she was doing, but she knew deep down that she had no choice. The water flowed out of her hand, leaving that small point of light all alone within the palm of Dany’s small hand. It looks so lonely now, she thought. For a moment, she considered abandoning this madness, putting the star back in the pool, and facing her foes. But that was impossible, she knew. If she were to fail in her task, the world might never be set right again. Slowly, with tears beginning to flow from her bright blue eyes, she settled that small point of light into the magic bag she’d brought along.

Again her hand went into the pool of lights, and again she came up with another solitary point of light. It’s sparkling seemed to speak to her, asking her what she was doing, perhaps it was begging her for mercy. Did it know what was transpiring, in the outside world? Or was it ignorant of all, completely innocent in the ways of the world? Did it have an intelligence? It seemed to, perhaps that was only her imagination. Her tears continued to flow as she laid this star gently beside it’s brother within her small magic bag.

Dany dipped her hand into the pool until all the points of light were gone, stuffed within her bag like so much garbage. She hated herself now, for what she was doing, hated them, for making her do it. Why did evil have to exist in the world? Why do we suffer it so?

“My lady?” the deep voice of her guardian called out, startling her. She turned to face him.

“I’m sorry, what?” she replied, confused.

Magnar’s face was as troubled as her own, his eyes seeing deep into her sadness.

“You asked why we suffered something, but I do not know to what you refer.”

She looked into his dark brown eyes for a moment, seeking the wisdom he always seemed to have on hand.

“I didn’t mean to ask that out loud, really. But why must there be evil in the world? Why do we suffer it to exist? Why can’t there be only good?”

Magnar didn’t answer her right away. He returned her gaze, looking deep into her soul, searching for what she truly meant.

“We do not suffer it to exist, do we? Are we not now fighting against it?”

“Are we,” she asked, her voice shaking, “Aren’t we doing evil’s bidding. We shouldn’t be in here, these are not ours to take. But we’re doing it anyway.”

“We are here because the consequences against this action are far worse, are they not?”

Dany wanted to tell Magnar that he was wrong. She wanted to tell him that they should return to the world, smite their enemies down with righteousness, and purge evil for good and ever. But she didn’t, she knew it just wasn’t that simple. Why couldn’t things be simple?

“Trouble not your heart with ponderings of heavy doubt. Endeavor we must to change the things we can, for good and all, but worry not about those matters beyond our reach. As to the nature of evil’s existence,  it has always troubled man and beast, since e’er the world was made. Fathom not it’s existence, for we can never know it’s purpose. Our lot is to war against it, fight it back at every turn. And it is in this way that we now act. You know this to be true, my love. Settle your heart, and let us return to the battle at hand.”

Dany’s eyes had ceased their weeping as she listened to the centaur’s wisdom. He was right, of course, as he always was. As they turned to make their way to the gateway that would take them back to the outside world, Dany made a solemn promise to herself to return each and every one of these stars to the pool, no matter what it cost her.