Just a quick teaser here. I had a dream last night, a rather detailed and prolonged dream, that essentially fed me what will likely be my third novel. I've jotted down all the notes I could think of and drafted a first paragraph, to capture the tone. And to whet your appetite.
by C. N. Nevets, excerpt (c) 2010
The sun never seemed to rise on the estate of King Uzziel. His acre of land at the northwest corner of the city, where man's creation butted up against God's, was dark around the clock. Uzziel Mann, the tyrant lord of little more than his own family, who had built his palace out of debris and discards, preferred that the sun stay out of his affairs. And like most who were more mortal than he, the sun appeared to defer to Uzziel's wishes.