Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Friday, December 9, 2016

The Little People Video Preview

A short video preview of the novel The Little People.

Where Are The Dead? Video

A short video explaining what the Bible tells us happens when we die.

Does God Exist? Video

A short video outlining some of the evidence that points to the existence of God.

Comic Book Illustrations On Converse High Tops

My wife bought a pair of blank, white Converse high tops and asked me if I could draw something on them. She likes DC comics Huntress and Harley Quinn. Below are the results. I was a little rusty, but the results were pretty decent.

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Adam Vs Uktena Illustration

New digital illustration. It is a scene from my novel The Little People where Adam faces off against the winged serpent Uktena for the first time using the magic turtle shell rattle.


Thursday, May 5, 2016

3D Native American Dream Catcher With Feather Pendant

New pendant design that I uploaded to Shapeways yesterday. It is a 3D design of a dream catcher with a small sculpted feather dangling below it. It is available in multiple materials.


Friday, April 1, 2016

The Ruby Helmet Excerpt II

Chapter 8
            Night crept in over the city of Gallador.  The moon rose slowly as dusk settled into full darkness.  The moon cast eerie shadows all across the city.  The creeping darkness fell listlessly upon the cold cobblestone streets.  Dark shadows danced merrily from the street lamps that had been lit by the night watch.  They failed to adequately lend any semblance of security to the city at night.
            As the regular inhabitants lay down for the evening, its darker, seamier side awoke.  It was a dark side that most cities have, but never want to admit to.
             Along with the city’s other evening dwellers, two black clad shadows worked their way up the side of a building.  They hid in the murky blackness while they used a small, finely crafted rope and grappling hook to scale its heights.  The hook had been thrown quietly up to the roof where it had easily grabbed a ledge.  The two figures expertly went up the thin cord.  They stopped just below the roof, right in front of a closed window.
            They paused briefly in front of the window.  The first figure pulled out a small, curious looking metal tool from the back of a sash that was tied about its waist.  The figure reached up to the window and slid the tool into the gap between the window’s two doors, easing it gently upward.  The latch came up off its catch, and then gently swung the window open with only a faint click.
            The first figure carefully eased the window open and then dropped, cat-like, down onto the wooden floor of the small room.  The figure made no sound as it moved very slowly to the right side of the window, making room for its companion to enter.
            As the first figure turned and moved to the right of the window, it felt something brush lightly against its ankle.  Suddenly there was a loud crack and a burst of brilliant white light.  The first figure cried out and was blinded.  The second figure, still perched on the windowsill, drew back as the light exploded right in front of them.  The bright flash caused the figure to lose its grip on the sill and rope, falling backward into the night.  The figure only let out a small gasp as it fell.
The sound and sudden light woke Jair with a start.  He turned and quickly rolled off the bed, kneeling beside it.  He looked around to see what had set off the alarm.  As the light faded, Jair saw that he was not alone.  He paused long enough to grab his dagger and the satchel, and then backed toward the door.
            The black clad figure shook its head to clear its vision, but heard Jair moving toward the door.  The figure quickly pulled out a wicked looking short sword that had been strapped to it’s back. The intruder waved the sword menacingly in Jair’s direction.  Jair noticed the intruder’s hesitation and concluded that it was still partially blinded from the spell.
            Jair drew back his arm and threw the satchel at the intruder.  He followed the satchel by lunging toward the intruder with his dagger.  The satchel caught the intruder in the chest, making a loud thud as it hit.  This caused the intruder to drop his sword, which gave Jair the opportunity to come in low with his dagger.  He did this in the hope that he could take the intruder down before he had time to recover.
            Jair thrust forward with his dagger.  It felt as if his weapon had a life of its own, guiding his hand toward his opponent.  He caught the intruder in the lower abdomen, sinking his blade it in to the hilt.  His successful attack caused the intruder to let out a loud grunt, but didn’t immediately stop him.  Jair grappled with the figure for several moments, twisting his blade until the intruder finally relaxed its grip.  He slowly slid off the blade, falling limply to the floor.


Friday, February 5, 2016

3D Printed Art, Jewelry and Sculptures For Sale

I have a new 3D design store online at Shapeways. I will be adding new designs on a regular basis. Many of the designs are inspired by my novels. There are some sculptures, but most is assorted forms of jewelry such as pendants and bracelets available in numerous colors and materials. https://www.shapeways.com/designer/mphi55

The Little People Excerpt II

Adam was daydreaming a little when he thought he caught movement out of the corner of one eye. It was in one of the larger trees, not too far from him. He hoped it wasn’t more buzzards. He had forgotten to bring his gun with him. He casually scanned the area and tried to look up in the tree without seeming to look up in the tree. The breeze picked up a little and moved some of the branches out of the way. This revealed something that Adam was not expecting. At first, he thought he was seeing things. He closed his eyes for a moment and then reopened them to see if his vision cleared. What he had seen before was still there.
Adam casually looked around again and tried not to stare, but his gaze kept falling on the small figure that was partially obscured by the tree’s foliage. The figure was sitting on a thick limb high up in the tree. Not wanting the figure to know he had spotted it, Adam casually looked around again and pretended he hadn’t noticed it. After taking a few more quick glances, he realized that the figure was a small girl or woman.
She was sitting casually and had her legs crossed, dangling beneath the limb she was sitting on. Her small hands rested on the limb beneath her. When Adam looked at the girl again, she stared right back at him. She was of a slight build and was almost as tall as Adam. She had dark reddish brown skin, black hair that was pulled back into a ponytail and had small, slightly pointed ears. She was wearing some sort of brown leather woven tunic or dress. Feathers hung down from a band she wore around her forehead and she had shoes made from the same material as her dress. Her shoes came up above her ankles and had laces that crisscrossed all along the top. Leather fringe dangled all along the tops of her shoes. Her clothing was elaborate, but decorated in colors that blended in with the forest. She wore what looked to be a stone knife in a sheath at her belt. Its handle was wrapped in leather.
Adam tried to not look at the figure, but couldn’t help himself. He had never seen anyone quite like this before. Several minutes passed with him trying not to look at her. As he watched the figure, she stood on the limb and then abruptly jumped off of it. She landed on another limb far below the first one, but jumped off of this limb also. The distance the girl fell was astonishing to Adam. A normal person could not have fallen such a great distance without getting hurt.
It was a very long drop from the limbs to the ground. Adam guessed it to be almost thirty feet to the ground from where the figure had been sitting on the first limb. Adam was amazed at the feat. The small girl landed softly in a crouch just a little ways down the hill from where he was sitting on the rock. She had made no sound at all. She then stood and turned toward him and said, “You can see me, can you not?”
Adam nodded his head slowly. “Am I not supposed to?” He asked nervously. The small woman’s voice was almost musical when she spoke. She did not sound like a child, but did not sound quite like an adult either.
“No, most humans can not see us unless we want them to. It is rare for one of your people to be able to see us.” She told him as she moved up the hill toward him. She placed one hand on the hilt of her knife as she drew near. Adam felt a little threatened by her actions and the unusualness of it all. He also noticed that her movements were graceful and fluid. He stood up as she came closer to him. He tried to put the rock between them, but did not think it would do much good. He was ready to run if she tried to attack at him, but after seeing her jump, didn’t think he could outrun her.

The Little People can be purchased online in eBook and 5x8 paperback.

The Ruby Helmet Excerpt I

Chapter 3
            Everywhere upon the cold stone floor of the cave were piles of human bones.  A large, dark figure slowly picked its way over the grisly remains.  It moved silently, searching for the beast that lived there.  The beast had wrought terrible devastation and brought great loss to the surrounding area.
            A foul, putrid stench of death and decay emanated from deep within the dark, dank catacombs in which the figure now transverse.  The smell caused the figure to reel with disgust.  Knowing the awful power of its enemy however, the figure shook its head to try and clear it so it could continue on.  This caused its long dark hair to shimmer slightly in the dim light.  Reflections flickered across the silvery, well-worn ornamental helmet it wore.
            The figure’s upper body was covered in plate mail armor.  It glittered faintly from the few thin beams of light that filtered down into the mouth of the cavern.  The figure’s dark leather breaches and soft, high riding leather boots barely made a sound as it softly padded its way toward the ominous entrance to another, larger cavern.
            In the figure’s strong muscular hands it held a large, heavy, double bladed battleaxe.  The axe was made of the finest steel crafted by dwarven blacksmiths in the Timgranok Mountains.  The axe shone with a faint, slightly visible silver glow.  This gave it an eerie appearance in the darkness.
            The figure’s presence in the cavern was not a natural one.  Rats scurried before it as it worked its way toward the next room.  The beast within the cavern was waiting, knowing full well that a victim had entered its lair.  It waited hungrily for its enemy in the comfort of its own home, confident that it would be feasting well this night.
            Rakkon knew full well the extent of the situation that he had gotten himself into.  He moved forward cautiously, listening strenuously for any sign of the beast he knew to be lying in wait.
While traveling south to join King Tredebould’s growing mercenary army in the ongoing war of the Creahaul, Rakkon had been talked in to ridding a small town named Caerloon of a vicious reptilian killer that had been preying upon the town’s inhabitants.  The creature crashed its way into homes late at night and dragged its victims off into the nearby mountains.  It had left many bloody trails and screaming on many a night.  Rakkon had agreed to do the dangerous task, for a small fee of course.  He was always glad to help others in a time of need, especially if there was a profit to be made.
            Rakkon was a warrior, born and bred.  He grew up in the Anarest Mountains in the barbarian warrior clans of the Teargor people.  He was first among his clan in battle prowess and in war knowledge.  He had decided to leave his people when he had become bored.  Most of the people back home were at peace, so the only fighting was between his kin.  Rakkon had set out for the kingdoms of the South, seeking adventure and wealth.
He continued to move forward slowly, listening for any sound that might give the creature away, or give him some kind of advantage over it.  He had trailed the beast from where it had made its last kill. It had taken a small farm family in a house just outside of the town.  The trail of blood and entrails was not too difficult to follow, especially in the bright moonlight.  It had led right up to the mouth of the cave that served as its lair.
            Rakkon moved to the left of the large cavern entrance and stopped suddenly, standing very still.  There was a faint rasping noise like sandpaper being rubbed over rough wood.  The sound was coming from directly ahead and to the right of the chamber.  He strained his eyes and could just make out the moonlight faintly reflecting off of hardened, leathery scales.
             Rakkon edged his way forward, and prepared himself.  He reached deep within himself for the place of the warrior, bringing forth the inner being that one sought when entering into combat.  It was the part that showed no mercy, and knew only the power and surge of battle.  He reached down into his muscles, sinew and bones.  Power flowed out of him into the cold, hard steel that he held in his hand.
            Rakkon reached down into a pouch that hung from his thick, black sword belt.  He withdrew a small round object.  It was smooth and spherical, about the size of a dove’s egg.  The object was pale white in color.
            He turned his head away from the direction of the beast, then drew his arm back and threw the small sphere toward it.  The sphere spun toward the large reptile and exploded upon impact.  It released a powerful blast that produced a large ball of bright, white light that seemed to cling to the face of the reptile.
            Rakkon quickly attacked what he could now see was a large pseudo-dragon.  Pseudo-dragons were winged beasts made of pure hatred.  An evil created out of total darkness.  They came from a time when evil ran rampant over the world, many centuries ago.  Evidently, many of these creatures still survived, plaguing all of the humanoid races, good and evil alike.
            Pseudo-dragons were one of the toughest of the smaller dragon types to kill.  This one was about fifteen feet long from snout to tail tip.  It had two wickedly curved feet with sharp talons, a set of small leathery wings, and a poison tipped tail that was razor sharp.  It bared sharp, ivory teeth that could rip a man’s head off in one bite.  Upon seeing the deadly creature, Rakkon knew he faced an extremely dangerous foe.
            He took full advantage of the dragon’s momentary blindness, and dove in on its right side, seeking a vulnerable spot on the underside of its soft underbelly.  Rakkon knew that attacking the monster’s rough scaly outer hide would have taken too long, even with his enchanted blade.  He would not be able to avoid the deadly spiked tail for very long.
            He came in fast, quicker than most would have believed for a man of his size.  He ducked under one of the dragon’s flailing wings and came in with a vicious cut to the beast’s upper chest.  Rakkon attacked as it reared up while trying to fight off the light that had momentarily blinded it.
            Fortunately his attack was true to its mark.  It opened up a terrible wound in the monster’s chest.  This caused it to bellow with a loud roar of pain and fury.  It had never been so easily thwarted.  The cut itself gushed out a thick, warm, green ooze. The ooze stung and burned Rakkon’s skin wherever it touched him.
            The reptile swung around toward the source of its agony and lashed out with one of its large talons.  Its attack cut a vicious arc in the air right in front of Rakkon’s face.  It caught him with a glancing blow to the side of his helmet. The attack left a large gash in it.  The blow sent Rakkon reeling back, toward the cave wall.  He stumbled on a stalactite and lost his balance, toppling to the cave floor.
             Rakkon barely noticed the follow-up attack of the beast’s deadly tail.  It had come around, just missing pinning him to the wall.  It would have ended his short, adventurous career.  His fall had inadvertently saved his life.
            He quickly rolled to one side and came up swinging.  He aimed a powerful uppercut to the beast’s exposed neck.  The monster had closed in on him, hoping to finish off the vile human that had so painfully wounded it.  It had expected Rakkon to be knocked unconscious from the crushing blow it had landed on his helmet.
            With almost superhuman speed, Rakkon sliced the monster’s neck from ear to scaly ear.  In finishing through with its bull like charge, the dragon bowled Rakkon over even as he was ending its life.  It threw him into the cave wall once again.
            The beast thrashed about and crashed onto the floor of the cavern.  It went through its final throes, dying just as violently as it had lived. 
The Ruby Helmet is available online to purchase in eBook or 5x8 paperback.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

The Ruby Helmet Now Available Online To Buy

After obtaining the rights back from a previous publisher, and many months of reworking and rewriting, The Ruby Helmet is now available online in 5x8 paperback and Kindle eBook.

You can read more about it here: http://www.michaelpaulhoward.com/therubyhelmet.html

Available Amazon CreateSpace 5x8 Paperback - Only $11.99 each

Available Amazon Kindle eBook - Only $2.99 each