ONE CHAPTER AWAY FROM FINISHING BOOK ONE THEN A WEEK OF A FULL WALK THROUGH EDIT THEN OFF TO FORMATTERS FOR KU/KDP. AFTER I EDIT I WILL START WITH BOOK 2 -- THE MOON & THE NIGHT -- THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT AND LOVE, APPRECIATE GREATLY. HOPE YOU ENJOY THE WINDING BLOOD STREWN ROAD OF DOM, MASE AND DOZER. A BOAR NEEDS HIS TREATS AND PETS.

Two brothers face the end of all they know as the Earth is absorbed into something called War World. On Earth they were up and coming duo competitors in ACS (Armored Combat Sports) and it is with those skills they just might survive. A LitRPG Grimdark novel.

"My flesh knew what to do as I spun again, pushing off his huge body to set myself a few steps past his now exposed back, planting feet, arresting momentum, only to jack its kinetic energy into legs pushing off stone, axe lowered, behind me, coming forward in sync with my body, taut, muscles exploding as the axe came over my shoulder pistoning into the top of his head, planting a heraldic flag to the fuck yous of history."

The Bones of our Fathers

Book One in the series Blood Brothers

"Scarlet fled behind him from wounds ignored as his feet slid through the nocturnal, gaze roaming for enemies to end, to gift what was taken, ice the veins that ran through limbs clenching edges that needed to find home. More tunnels fell behind steps as his body moved past the entrance of beginnings and wombs of forever falling, continuing down a walled passage that led him to heat and flesh, his glaive fulfilling purpose, potential, their pleas and growls nothing to the frost that pushed sluggish tributaries, their lives screaming finality to a wraith that had opened it's feral hunger to their demise. Hard words of hard edges bled bone and flesh and broken shells consumed terror that danced breaths of now cowering, forlorn graves of dreams that will never be dreamt, carnage a veritable cavernous gullet of never ending thirst." The Bones of our Fathers Book One in the series Blood Brothers

'"Come on Dozer, let's see what you and Daddy can do." I pulsed what I wanted over the bond. The floodgates opened. He scraped his hoof in imitation of taurean improvosu, head lowered, billows of repressed loss from snorting snout, and he was off, a locomotive with only one destination and one purpose, carnage. I stepped a breath from his shadow, dialed in, 1-800-Die Fuckers Die.' The Bones of our Fathers Book one is the Series -- Blood Brothers