Author has written 5 stories for Horror, Historical, Thriller, Mythology, and Fantasy.
My name is Sam Chapman, a.k.a. oracle93, and I'm an aspiring novelist. Right now, my flagship work is a web serial entitled The Clockwork Raven, which I update every Tuesday and Friday--from small beginnings, with one setting and two characters, it'll develop into an epic adventure. Friendship and sacrifice, dragons and ornithopters, survival and apocalypse, clockpunk and shapeshifting, it's all there. Here's the long description:
"For ten years, Karla and Kio have known nothing but Nashido–the castle, floating thousands of feet above a vast ocean, that protects them with a combination of unreliable technology and unfathomable magic. Every day, they tend the massive vines that produce the oxygen they breathe, hunt birds for dinner with spring-loaded spears, and charge the castle’s engine battery by steering through lightning storms. They don’t remember much about when there were other people on Nashido, and the parts they do remember, they don’t talk about. Ever.
One thing keeps them going: Raven, an ornithopter they’re patching together in the hope of one day reaching the surface. Both of them have promised that they’ll set out for land together, or not at all. But then a skeletal winged beast attacks the castle without warning, reminding Karla and Kio how little they know about their flying prison…or about one another."
The Clockwork Raven is also hosted on its own site; click here for the latest installment, and here for the table of contents. You can also find it on Wattpad and Royal Road. Finally, I'm a self-supported writer, so I'd be honored if you'd consider a donation to my Patreon funding page: patrons get access to advance chapters, bonus material, and much more.
My other major work is a novel entitled Cold Snow, and it's completed and at rest in the Thriller section. It's about a young man who, in running away from his abusive parents, accidentally kicks off a chain of explosive and violent events that lead him on a bloody race into the Canadian wilderness. I also write for fanfiction.net, as cuttlefishcrossbow--check it out!
Some of my favorite quotes:
"Make no little plans; they have no magic to stir mens' blood."-Daniel Burnham
"We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric; and out of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry."-W.B. Yeats
"Never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity."-Robert J. Hanlon
“They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to middle Earth.”-George R.R. Martin
"All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible." -T. E. Lawrence
"Every generation thinks it has invented sex."-Robert Heinlein
"Call him happy and lord of his own soul who every evening can say, 'Today I have lived. Tomorrow Jove may blot the sky with cloud or fill it with pure sunshine, yet he cannot devalue what has once been held as precious, or tarnish or melt back the gold the visiting hour has left behind.'"-Horace
"Omit needless words."-William Strunk
"Space elevators will be built fifty years after everybody stops laughing."-Arthur C. Clarke
"There has never been a day like it before or since, a day when the heavens obeyed the voice of a man."-Joshua 10:14
"The soul is a verb. Not a noun."-David Mitchell, The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet
"In 1843, two other Frenchmen are said to have fought a duel by means of throwing billiard balls at each other."-Wikipedia, "Dueling"
"It ain't no sin to be glad you're alive."-Bruce Springsteen
"History says, Don’t hope
So hope for a great sea-change
"Long, long ago he gazed far out at sea in a sweet languor; this was not he who'd fought with gods, embraced sea sprites, laid out the grooms like slaughtered beasts and choked his courts; his mind was now a virgin boy, his hands white roses, and his old longings shone like mother-of-pearl deep down, far down in the sea's depths as he, above it stooped, smiled and with slow caresses combed his star-washed hair."-Nikos Kazantzakis