Here you will find links to some of my more significant published works on the web:
Haladryn and the Minotaur published at Pegasus On-line (now defunct).
Sacrifice published at ??? (it was several years ago and I lost the paperwork–my bad).
The River’s Eye published at Yesteryear Fiction.
Escape published at Aphelion.
In a world of wizards and vampires a clever man may make a fortune. But hunting the undead is no small task, as Coragan the bounty hunter will soon find out. He will need all his wits and the help of his comrades to succeed this time. Together, they must pit themselves against a creature so old time itself bends knee, an ancient vampire by the name of Lucian val Drasmyr. Read Drasmyr, a dark fantasy novel by Matthew D. Ryan.
What the Reviewers are Saying About “Drasmyr”
“A blood-curdling 4 stars”—“It smacks of Arthurian legend, mysticism and magic, monks and monasteries with a mystery running through it. The names of the characters evoke a golden age of dark sorcery.” – Belle Marsh of Shardpubs.
It is worth noting that Drasmyr went on to win the Book of the Month contest at Long and Short Reviews: Young Adult for the month of September, 2012.
Drasmyr Book Blurb:
In Drisdak, the city on the Sea of Sorrows, the citizens have much to dread. Unease and foreboding has always been associated with the local wizards guild; peasants have an innate distrust of magic and those who use it. But now, something else is on the rise. A mysterious fire at the guild has left two men dead and a third missing. A small matter, you say? Well, one of those men was the guild master, and his successor wants to know what happened to him. Enter Coragan of Esperia, the renowned bounty hunter. If anyone can unravel this mess he can. But is even he prepared to challenge the horrible evil that lurks at the heart of the mystery? An ancient vampire by the name of Lucian val Drasmyr.
We vampires do not make easy prey. Our weaknesses are few, our strengths many. Fear is something we do not know, and death but a distant memory. So tread softly, pray to your god, and gird yourself with silver when the moons arise and night’s dark prince awakens. We fear not the wizard, nor the warrior, neither rogue, nor priest; our strength is timeless, drawn from darkness and we know no master save the hot lust of our unending hunger. We long for blood, your blood and no blade, nor spell, nor clever artifice, can keep us long from our prize. Feel our teeth at your throat, your life ebb from you, and know as darkness comes to claim you that the price of your folly is your everlasting soul.