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I've always been a dreamer and am a huge fan of fantasy and science fiction. As well as reading books and watching television shows in these genres, I've also been writing my own tales for as a long as I can remember.

I've become a lot more serious about writing recently and publish my work under the name Taylor P. Davidson. My books are available from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes and many other retailers.

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As a race we are born into chains. We can never see them, never feel them, but they are there all the same. They are the bindings that press us into lives fraught with pressure and greed, and hold us caged into a society that looks only to subjugate us as the seconds pass into days and the days into long stretches of...

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The sails of the ship fluttered in the breeze and the boat beneath Tom’s feet rocked gently from side to side as it was lapped by the frothing waves. He smiled as the breeze played across his face and listened to the excited shrieks of gulls contentedly as the birds spied the vessel and gathered in force overhead.

They...

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The heat prickled Adam's skin as he stepped even closer to the blaze. It was agony now, being so near to it, and every instinct he had told him to run as the sweat that dampened his brow ran into his itching eyes and each breath became more ragged than the last as the acrid smoke stripped away more of his throat.

But...

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Hodder Lee stared down from atop of his ill tempered destrier. Long banners snapped in the wind around him. Their trailing fabric, being little more than delicate wisps of gossamer, were dyed in the same piercing blue that bleached the sky and had been proudly decorated with the scattering of silver starbursts that marked...

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Wrapped tightly in my faithful poncho, I sat huddled in the mouth of my tent. Rain pattered gently against its taut hide, sheeting down as it had all day, and I stared wistfully into the small fire that crackled merrily as it held the pooling darkness at bay.

The rich smell of beans hung in the air, bringing water to my...

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“Is this whole planet dead?” Daniel asked as they crested a low hillock.

“Certainly looks that way,” Mark replied quietly, raising a pair of worn binoculars to his eyes with despondent lacklustre.

Before them sprawled a modest village. It was as desolate and grey as the motionless ceiling of clouds that pressed...

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