Scott Wasilewski (SW Author)
Bio
Scott Wasilewski is the fantasy author of Shadows of Sacrifice. He provokes thought and connect to the real world, whilst transporting readers to entirely new realms.
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Get his book at www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0C72QQ3C3
Stories (4/0)
Shadows of Sacrifice
Roderick Foley’s cries wouldn’t stop the soldiers from seizing the life-saving medicine. None of the citizens’ protests would. He could only pray his wife’s medicine would remain. Crate by crate, the apothecaries emptied. It was the fifth one Roderick had seen stripped of its supplies. Chain mailed bodies packed Lochton’s narrow streets. No matter where he looked, they were there. “Back with you, back!” They were the only words the soldiers knew. Anything else, they spoke with their fists.
By Scott Wasilewski (SW Author)8 months ago in Fiction
Shadows of Sacrifice (Prologue)
If this capital guard caught him, a torturous death would be the punishment for his crime. A death more brutal than any other guard would even contemplate. He ran. He couldn’t do anything else. There would be no mercy. His beliefs would be his end. Beliefs he thought he’d defend to his death, he would now surrender for life. He kept running, looking over his shoulder through the trees with every other stride. The Scorpion was there, somewhere, he knew it. The quiet woodland was merely a false pretence. He needed to escape. Escape the Scorpion, escape the Diamond Isle. His crime made him a sea sinner, and it could cost him his life.
By Scott Wasilewski (SW Author)9 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - June 2022
Divided by FireTop Story - June 2022
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. My world wasn’t always broken in half. My whispers brought them, but I didn’t ask them to do what they did, so why was I being followed? I didn’t want the glorious, fiery genocide, or the sphere of mesmerising black mist that imprisoned our entire army. I wanted to fix it. I needed to be the first to cross the Valley. Free our soldiers before Rykar’s carnivorous monsters came for us. The air was sour with their impending arrival. Time was running out; we had no defence. The man following me knew it was all my fault. He must have. I wouldn’t blame him for hunting me if so. Maybe if he only knew my reasons. Or maybe if he realised the dragon’s veil also trapped my husband. I was barely even used to my new name - Mrs Jolene Aston. And already I was without my Graeme. I had nobody to run to. Nobody to protect me if this man robbed me or attacked me… or worse.
By Scott Wasilewski (SW Author)11 months ago in Fiction
It's Their World Now
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They’d forced us underground into a war bunker. Three years later, I left the hatch, and one of them stood before me. Smoke billowed from its pulsing nostrils. It stared with thin, dagger-like pupils on red eyeballs. Its breaths were deep and guttural. I couldn’t move. The heat being emitted from the black-scaled beast prickled my face. It was as if my skin was melting. There wasn’t even any fire. Not yet. But then it brandished its fangs. Was this the end? Out of the bunker for only five minutes—tasked to find help for everyone still trapped underground—and I faced an instant cremation?
By Scott Wasilewski (SW Author)2 years ago in Fiction
