Literary Science Fiction, Fantasy, Horror, and What Moves Me
In the dark tumbling dungeons of Erebus flooded with the endless tears of dead and dying mortals, even there is light, as bubbling forth, yearning to crest into the amicable shine of day and join the everlasting sky came a man’s final panicked and exhausted exhortations and wild exclamations as he vainly grasped and fussed…
All twenty-eight chapters of the Gregory Samuels series have been released. There’s no more, but there will be sequels in the future. For the time being, there will be about a week and a half of unreleased though essential content–that I just never got around to posting–to be followed with a forty-four part series about…
This is something that I wrote years ago. It was intended to be the first chapter in a book, but other obligations carried me away so long that when I returned my ideas about the book had changed so dramatically that this chapter simply couldn’t be used. Nevertheless, it has been edited to a degree,…
The following is the first of five short stories from my recently published book, The Sagas of the Iron Hearts: Fragments, which can be found here and the Kindle Edition here. If you enjoyed it, you can peruse at your will the remaining four for the low low price of $5.99 paperback and $0.99 kindle edition. Every…
And the band played Waltzing Mathilda. And the old men still answer the call. But year after the year, the numbers grow fewer. Some day no-one will march there at all. An army of wind-warping lead, to the clatter of innumerable casings, ricocheted from pavement and brick facings through the broad window panes of shop-fronts…
The following is the first of five short stories from my recently published book, The Sagas of the Iron Hearts: Fragments, which can be found here. If you enjoyed it, you can peruse at your will the remaining four for the low low price of $4.99 paperback and $0.99 kindle edition. Every sale is a step…
He leveled his weapon, which began to spit forth with the venomous lick of surging fire at four-hundred-and-fifty rounds per minute, forty-five caliber rounds. He felt the familiar kick of the weapon, its poorly mitigated recoil—it was not an elegant weapon—with bitter nostalgia, as round after round tore the occupied seats, nailed-down stools, and the…