Paul @ Canes and Chronicles

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Hello, and welcome!

I’m Paul—a lifelong martial artist, history buff, and lover of a good story.

I picked up fiction writing in my 50s, stepping into it not as a master, but as an eager student of the craft. Since then, I’ve learned a great deal, written even more, and fallen in love with bringing forgotten corners of history and martial tradition to life.

My focus is simple: to tell the stories of the people and places that make these worlds feel real. I write to share those human moments with you: the grit, the old-world charm, the quiet spooks, and the unexpected choices that define us.

If you enjoy stepping into these worlds and want to support the journey, consider buying me a coffee. Every cup helps keep the ink flowing as I work toward my next big milestone: publishing a novel and short story collection.

Take a moment for yourself, dive into a tale, and thank you for being part of the story!

Happy Reading,

Paul

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Mervanwyck and the Long Halloween By Paul Koontz Long ago, when the old forests were deeper and the stars seemed close enough to touch, there lived among the Fair Folk a king named Mervanwyck. He was known by many names: Lord of the Green Glade, Warden of the Starlight Gate, and First Among the Fair Folk. He was old even by the standards of the Fae, having watched kingdoms rise where forests once ...

Mervanwyck and the Long Halloween

Oct 23, 2026

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Waiting on Company By Paul Koontz The gravel road up the holler ground against my oil pan, sending a shudder up through the steering wheel. I killed the radio. Country music felt wrong up here. Out of place, like shouting in a church house. I rounded the final bend where the oaks grew wild, blocking out the last of the four o'clock sun. The old dogtrot cabin sat tucked into the slope, its tin roof...

Waiting On Company

Oct 19, 2026

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The Sin-Eater of the Hollow (Part 4 of The Ash-Hound) By Paul Koontz The ash-hound led them off the high ridge just as the grey winter sun dropped behind the hemlocks, plunging the deep notch into premature twilight. The timber road turned slick with frozen clay, winding down into a hidden pocket of the mountain that maps had long forgotten. Through the skeletal branches of the oaks, Liam saw the ...

The Sin-Eater of the Hollow (part 4)

Oct 16, 2026

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