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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 29m

Picked up a new coffee mug at the street fair today. Wood fired ceramic. Love it. Issaquah Salmon Days for the win.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 5h

Spending the day in Issaquah Wa. Salmon Days.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 04/10/2026

We call this his gargoyle perch. First spot on a sunny day. Kaiju the shitzu living his best life. #dog #shitzu ##dogpic

A shitzu dog sitting and lookong out over his domain. Sunny day.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 02/10/2026

Stairs of glass capturing twilight rose before them. Reaching the balcony, Kru looked out, and the world unlocked—machines clicked and rolled, walls parted, and the ceiling tore open. Miniature cities burst upward, a countryside of gear-forged trees, all populated by automatons of people and beasts.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 29/09/2026

An eerie stillness took Kru. With every step, the hallway seemed to slide past while he remained still, its tall arched windows passing like gears in a machine. Behind the leaded glass, the scenes came alive—mountains quaked, waterfalls spilled into lakes, and winds rippled through fields of grain.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 25/09/2026

Tam gestured for Kru to follow as they stepped into the castle. Yet this was unlike any keep Kru had ever seen. Frost dusted the walls, and pale gears shone through stone like silhouettes behind smoky glass. The ground pulsed with each step, sending up a cadence that echoed like beautiful music.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 22/09/2026

Kru tilted his head, eyeing the man.“You look familiar. Have we met?” “I do not believe so, my Lord. I am Tam.” “I know a Tam. I see a trace of him—your eyes, your face.” “Ah.” Tam offered a small smile. “My family is vast. What we have in numbers, we lack in flair. There are many Tams among us."

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 20/09/2026

Dog Day Saturday. Covered in blankets and pillowcases fresh out of the dryer. Kaiju the shitzu, making the most of it. #dogpic #dog #shitzu

Shitzu dog resting comfortably under some.warm blankets and pillow cases.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 19/09/2026

A quick Batman sketch for Batman Day. Digital pen using Infinity Painter. Hope you like it. 👍 #batman

A quick Batman sketch using Infinity Painter.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 18/09/2026

As he approached, the doors swept open, the air hissing like a broken seal. From the shadows, a figure stepped forward to meet him. Sharply dressed in a long-tailed black coat, fitted pants, and polished shoes, his face held an unsettling familiarity—as did his voice as he bowed. “Welcome, my lord.”

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 17/09/2026

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . wow. 👀

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 15/09/2026

The atrium was a vast, frozen labyrinth, embracing Kru as he drifted from its center to the pale edges. He walked with a haunting calm, every step a slow ritual of peace. Ahead, the exit waited: massive glass doors locked in heavy iron frames, where deeply etched gears turned with cold precision.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 13/09/2026

Had a fabulous day playing paintball yesterday at KC Crusaders in Buckley, Wa. I only get to play once a year, but man, it is so fun!

Sign for KC Crusaders paintball with an extra big skeleton near by.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 11/09/2026

As the shards fell like snow on a new winter day, magic flooded into Kru. His nose flared as he inhaled the tide. His senses ignited; every aroma, every glowing filament of life blossomed for him to command. This world wasn’t just filled with magic; it was magic made flesh. Truly, the realm of Jur!

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 08/09/2026

He trod a path spiraling around the atrium, where the vaulted glass overhead cast down a sickly, frozen dawn. He expected warmth, but the razor bite of dead winter choked the air. Reaching out to touch a rose—the frailest of pulls, it burst into crystalline shards like glass beneath a sledgehammer.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 04/09/2026

The circle was aglow around him. The darkness beyond gave way, blurry images giving form to a sharpened reality. Vibrant flowers, shrubs, and a multitude of vegetation grew in a well-manicured atrium—each plant tipped with frost, as if winter had come early. A smile on his lips, Kru stepped forward.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 01/09/2026

His breath misted in the air, floating across the shadows. A bright flash, then darkness; his eyes all but useless. Yet he could feel the pulses of magic around him, even the breath slipping from his lips. Sight would return; he would be patient — what was a few more minutes compared to a lifetime?

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 30/08/2026

When God and the Devil agree, we're all screwed. 😬😝 I agree with them both, left shoulder and right shoulder aren't fighting on this one. @thegodshow.com @iamdevil.bsky.social #politics #Armageddon

Social posts by thegodshow and iamdevil agreeing with each other.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 25/08/2026

There is no turning back. Escape was an illusion, and the only path left is down. Delve returns in 1 week—prepare yourself for what’s waiting in the deep. Collected Edition FREE: skipscherer.com/books/ — — 💙📚 #books #reading #amreading #writingcommunity #fantasy #entertainment #serial #fiction

Delve — The social media fantasy serial story told 300 characters at a time — Returns on Sept 1, 2026!

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 24/08/2026

When you look up dignified in the dictionary... Dog day Sunday with Kiaju the shitzu.

Shitzu sitting in a rocking chair, looking dignified. #dog #dogpic

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 23/08/2026

Took a couple weekends, but with a little family help, got this golden willow all trimmed up.

Golden willow looking at little uncredited for, long branches and over growth.

Golden willow, freshly trimmed and pruned.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 17/08/2026

Delve Returns — Sept. 1 How far have you gone... and how much further are you willing to go? Escaping was never the goal. Answers only lie deeper within the trap. Catch up with the free collected edition (PDF & EPUB), then on Sept. 1 as the descent continues! - skipscherer.com/books/ — 💙📚 #books

Delve - A social media fantasy serial— returns to its normal schedule of new posts every Tuesday and Friday!

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 30/07/2026

Tire picked up a nail yesterday, so I’m spending this morning getting a replacement.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 24/07/2026

Delve #? You might be trapped, but today you get a breather. 🖤 Delve is taking a brief pause while I recharge, but you can grab the Collected Edition for 100% FREE over on my website right now. Go explore before the next descent begins... Link in comments 👇 — 💙📚 #reading #amreading #books #fantasy

Original cover sketch for Delve. A man sits hunched over in a dark brick dungeon, bound in chains under dramatic, high-contrast lighting.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 21/07/2026

Delve is taking a short hiatus for a few weeks—maybe about a month—while I recharge and wrap up a few other projects. Here’s the good news! I’m finishing the Delve Collected Edition, and I’m aiming to have the entire epic available today or tomorrow. Stay tuned! 💙📚 💙 🪐📚

Man sitting in cell, hand and feet chasing, dramtic lights. Cover for Delve book

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 19/07/2026

A little bit of writing under a watchful eye. Dog day Sunday. 💙📚 💙 🪐📚

Shitzu sleeping comfortably in a blanket with an towards you.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 19/07/2026

It's either a fossil record, or theirs a dog sleeping somewhere on this rug. 😁

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 17/07/2026

A single speck, turning to a snowflake, freezing to ice. Thickened into bricks, the bricks into walls. No detail was missed. He wouldn't tolerate it. Kru, last Sovran Thaumaturgist and master of his world — built his cage. No—his Jur Portal. His home. Now, with magic in his veins, he ripped it open.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 14/07/2026

Kru’s arms flailed like a mad tiger, ripping and shredding at the cloak as his teeth tore into its fibers. The cloak revulsed, thrashing to pull away, to escape. Kru held fast. He tied it off, slicing his own flesh. If this was his magic, he would dominate it—he would create his own damned reality.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 11/07/2026

Out for a nice Feiday night dinner. Red House in Renton, Wa.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 10/07/2026

The cloak swirled, wrapping an arm, a leg—devouring Kru’s flesh, crushing bones. His screams rose until they passed beyond what the ear could register. His body contorted, warping to the unnatural assault. “Accept your fate.” twin voices echoed. “No! I am the master here!” He bellowed in defiance.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 07/07/2026

His arms flailed, his face contorted to scream at the heavens, “No! My magic is life—my knowledge rivals Jur’s!” From the shadows of his mind and the cold biting his ears, the voices fused in a cruel echo: “Those are not yours. You stole the magic from Ana, the knowledge from him. You are a fraud.”

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 05/07/2026

Safe from the fireworks with his Blue Beetle protector. Kaiju the shitzu, ready for the 4th! #dog #dogpic #July4th

Shitzu dog cuddled up with a Blue Beetle stuffie.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 03/07/2026

Kru growled as the frost tore at his throat. “I beg for nothing!” The crushing weight of the ice piled over him, burying him alive. He lurched upward, shattering his frozen tomb in an explosion of crystals. The cloak whipped wildly around him, its fabric finding its own voice: “I am your magic.”

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 30/06/2026

The shadows hissed in his ear. "I told you he was angry, Kru. Yet you never listen. Look at you—so fierce in your arrogance, so pathetic in your resolve." "Who is this?" Kru spat through chattering teeth, his breath freezing in the air. "What did I do?" "Not what — but everything you begged for."

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 29/06/2026

20th anniversary was on Thursday, but we're getting to the celebration now. Here's to 20 more wonderful years.

A couple eating together for their 20th anniversary. Skip and Holli forever.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 26/06/2026

“What— who—are you?” Kru forced the words out. The cold swirled at his feet, rising, encompassing him—a whirlwind attacking his flesh with icy needles. Kru smacked his body, knocking off sheets of ice again and again. He fell to his knees, curling up tight, desperate to keep his remaining heat.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 23/06/2026

A bitter chill seized Kru; his teeth chattered. He peered into the hollow of the cowl, searching for a face, a shape, any scrap of corporal reality—and found only nothingness. From the shadows of the hood, tendrils of smoke coiled outward, exhaled in ragged gasps that sounded entirely too human.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 19/06/2026

The wind whipped through the chamber, howling, stinging his eyes. Kru convulsed, vast tremors racking his body as ice splintered from his skin. He screamed—a desperate war against the icy assault. Yet the shadow advanced, floating weightless on waves of cold, a shroud and cowl drifting ever closer.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 16/06/2026

The cold rippled down his back. He hugged himself tighter, scanning the room. The lights were all snuffed, gone in puffs of winter freeze, and a dim blue haze replaced the now-lost warmth of the candlelight. Amidst the stillness, between the tables, a silhouette formed and glided down the aisle.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 12/06/2026

An icy wind crawled across Kru’s skin. He locked his arms, his breath turning to silver smoke. A sharp crackle shattered the silence. Frost condensed, devouring the tables and chairs as it raced across the floor like a carpet of glass. As far as the eye could see, winter had claimed the ballroom.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 09/06/2026

“Kru, stop.” The shadow whispered. “Come no closer. He is angry.” “You torture me, then claim to help? I go where I please, Ana. Once you would have admired that.” “Not here. Not like this.” Her voice dimmed like the last vestige of sunlight into the night. “You tread to far. You are not ready…"

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 05/06/2026

Stripped of the filth and rags, he turned his back on the pile. He cleared a nearby table, gripping the cloth. Lacking a blade, he used his teeth—biting and tearing the fabric to size. He bound it tight, knotting a strip around his waist. Cleaned. Fed. Clothed. Once more, he was ready for power.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 02/06/2026

He walked the lines of tables, eating as he went—grapes, cheeses, breads, prime meats, and fine wine. His belly full, he dropped onto a bench and seized up a napkin, stripping off his rags. He wiped his face, arms, and legs. As a cloth turned black with grime, he tossed it aside and grabbed another.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 29/05/2026

Ceilings scaled the heavens, casting stained-glass light over rows of tables bowed under a cornucopia of meats, cheeses, and fine wine. The grand hall held bounty enough to feed a kingdom, its splendor suffocating. Torches blazing. Yet amid the roaring warmth of the feast, Kru stood utterly alone.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 26/05/2026

The hallway ended. As sudden as a lightning strike, a single step placed Kru before a vast, expanding room. A glance back showed the passage stretching behind him. Before him, though, was something he hadn’t seen coming. No distant speck, no glimmer of what lay ahead. It was simply here, waiting.

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 25/05/2026

A few hiccups getting herr — trouble at dinner, which I'll talk about later. But we have our seats and are ready to go. Phantom of the Opera! #Seattle #SeattleOpera #Opera

Paramount theater in Seattle, Phantom of the Opera. My wife and I attending

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 24/05/2026

Tonight, I get to knock one off the list! Phantom of the Opera! Dinner and then the show, what a great Sunday. #Seattle #SeattleOpera #Opera

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Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · 22/05/2026

The loose crowd began to close in, tightening around him until he was walking down a gauntlet of onlookers. Kru ignored them all. Yet, with each step, the shadows whispered—louder, until even he could not ignore it. “Do not continue this way, Kru. You are provoking him.” “Who? Jur? Let him come.”

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