Three Faces Of Viros By Jason Pere “That was clever,” Moses said to his sister as she finished casting her spell. The man looked on in wonderment as the magic […]
Jason Pere currently resides in his home state of Connecticut with his darling wife and duo of maniacal felines. He is a renaissance man having dabbled in Acting for Film and Theater, Fencing and Mixed Martial Arts, Professional Dorkary and a bevy of other passions before coming to land on writing.
At first Jason took a causal interest in writing, starting with poetry and journaling. Over time he honed his direction and finally began writing larger works. In November of 2012 Jason self-published his first book, Modern Knighthood: Diary of a Warrior Poet.
The Iron Lord By Jason Pere The stack whistle sounded loud and mighty above the skyline of Rustwatch. The Ironmen had turned back the chimera once again. The ramparts of […]
Siren’s Song By Jason Pere Not a single dry eye was left among those gathered in the conservatory of Marquee Hershel Guideman. Every one of the man’s guests has been […]
The Thaw By Jason Pere Errow finished clearing the frosty tunnel of corpses. The Amurai warrior looked at the two formidable stacks of bodies that his small detachment had spent […]
Finale, Part 2 By Jason Pere “Look at you, lad! Still a slip of a boy but you wear that scarlet well,” Sir Liam exclaimed as Pratt halted his horse. […]
Finale, Part 1 By Jason Pere The wraps around Sir Liam’s knees had come lose again. The pain that he felt shooting up and down his legs was like his […]
Five Years of Blood By Jason Pere Sir Eric Greyhand was dead. The news of the Rayward Master of Arms death rushed through every high court, city tavern and county […]
They Who Serve By Jason Pere Viros made for a fine prison. The city was far cleaner and dignified than somewhere like Blackcloud. Viros was infinitely better fortified than the […]
Tinaca’s First Lesson By Jason Pere Sir Liam could barely stand the silence. The emptiness of the travelers path coupled with the utter lack of sound from Tinaca was threatening […]
Father’s Mercy By Jason Pere The city of Viros was a living tomb. The people dwelt in catatonic fear of the red rains and as such the streets within the […]