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The Thieves of Fate

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My first short novel Thieves of Fate is a psychological tale with moments of horror that envelope you like a nightmare, themes of identity and consequence that send the mind into a spiral, and scenes of very human dark humor in the form of wit and sarcasm that help you whistle past the graveyard.

The protagonist Jack is a legend in his own mind even if he has no idea who he is and as his story progresses he is growing more fearful that he is losing what little grip he has on reality.

Jack spends half his time in the Territories Psychiatric Hospital and the other half in places and memories that he cannot be sure are real. And yet the more he visits these places that his mind says are only dreams and these memories that a voice in his head says are false the more he starts to wonder where the truth really lies.

He meets a cast of characters. At Territoties they are other patients, therapists, psychiatrists, and orderlies. In the other places he meets supernatural beings called Thieves that look like children but are absolutely not. And there are more things in the other places. Things that Jack does not understand. Things that Jack is scared to understand.

When I created Thieves of Fate I went imto a dark alley and roughed up Greek and Christian mythology taking what I wanted and leaving the rest. I added what odd bits of allegory and indiscriminate eavesdroppings of lore that I could pick from the pockets of superstition and black market beliefs.

So no matter where Jack is or who he meets he is never quite sure who is trying to help him and who is trying to hurt him. At times he is even forced to wonder that about himself.

Jack’s story is one that will leave you unsettled. It is a story that always has a new secret to reveal but never tells them all. But if you are willing to see it through to the end you will find that it has a pulse, it has a beating heart. What you find within that heart is up to you.

Which truth is the honest one? Which reality is real? Who exactly is Jack? Not even I can answer those questions… but you can.

Thieves of Fate was written by Kira Burton. My other published work is Spilled Ink a book of poetry that you can find on and will be coming to Kindle soon. Spilled Ink is a book filled with honesty and vulnerability and you will find certain pieces in it that appear no where else

Thieves of Fate was ilustrated by the incredible artist James Burton II. Creator, writer, artist for the amazing  superhero comic with a twist Damage Inc. Character driven and unbelievably fun Damage Inc is worth reading. He has also worked as a collaborator on several other comics. He is currently  working with SCATTERED INC. Check out some of his work at In 2017 James and I will be collaborating  on The Ballad of Nod, a breathtakingly beautiful comic that brings together dark fantasy and children’s dream worlds. With incredibly vibrant, complex story telling and rich, vivid visuals Nod brings to life a child’s dreams and nightmares in such a way that will make you want to return again and again no matter what age you grow to be.


Switchblade Duality



Our hearts are beating

Like clocks unwinding

Our minds are dulling

Like blades too often used

The constant commotion of emotion

Leaves us spinning

There is life and death in our words

As we stand upon the precipice of reality

The pain of existence

Making us run

The pain of existence making us stay

We cry out in joy

We cry out in agony

And sometimes staring at the ceiling

We wonder what the point of it all is

Is there truly nobility

Or just a grasping for attention

Is there truly independence

Or just illusion

Is there peace?

Is there chaos?

But one thing I know

Is that we are human

Flawed and aching

We are human

Beautiful and ephemeral




Screaming inside my mind


From somewhere outside my eyes

And I can no longer deny

I desire silence


Dare I wish for this?

Not knowing what it is?

Not knowing what I will find

If the sound is what defines

My senses and who I am

Or is it the destroyer

Of all my grand plans?

I require some hush

At least muffle the noise

Give me peace for a moment

Let me make a choice

Without all these whispers


Out of my range of hearing

And yet still there

I would cry out

If I thought it could make the world mute

I would shout in argument

If I thought I could win this dispute

But somehow

This white noise is louder than I

My screams drown

My howls die

All for nothing

Futile in every attempt

I hunger for silence

 I starve in contempt

Because what I am really asking

Is not to think

If I could do that

I would cease to breathe

Who am I to beg?

Who am I to cry?

Is it worth living

An unexamined life?

There are days

When I would say

Of course it is

But others when

I would take this pen

And refuse to let the silence live

Perhaps what I need

Is a little intermittent

Somewhere between

The static and the taciturn

A little room

To let this calm be heard