Category Archives: Stories
Micro-Fiction: Mayfly
It was four o’clock and, as usual, George was dead. As he stared at the water-stained ceiling through unfocused eyes, moved only by the stutter of his heart winding down, he reflected on the tedium of this. Another day, another … Continue reading →
That Cursed Sex Scene
I recently received a review of book 2 by the fantastic Pauline M. Ross of Fantasy Review Barn. Much cheering and excitement was had, but she also pointed a stern finger at the issue I tend to most avoid: sex. … Continue reading →
Book 2 — Published
The Splintered Eye, now on sale at Amazon — e-version only. Physical version coming soon.
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Work In Progress Tag Thing
So I got tagged for this by Erica Dakin, and since it’s a book-related meme thing instead of some random fluff piece, I am responding!
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Book 1 — Published
Gonna keep this short. My book, now on sale at Amazon. Edit: Also on Smashwords!
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Excerpt: Senket and the Salt Desert
As they drew closer to where bare earth became whorled salt-bed, Lark said, “How does a place like this even happen?”
Vignette: The Seal of Water
Aloyan Erosei the Younger stared into the blue line of the horizon, ignoring the water as it foamed up to either side of the ship’s prow. All his attention, all his rage and desire were fixed on the dark fleck … Continue reading →
The Nemesis Variations: Love
[Excerpt from current version of book 1.] Abruptly, Morshoc said, “I came for you because they want you dead.”
Gwydren and the Lion
[Excerpt from an old draft of book 1, circa 2009] Cob shook his head and looked away. “Stories are stories.”
Deleted Scenes: Book 1, Chapter 1
The boy stared into the fog-choked ravine. Wan light pricked through the clouds in places, glossing the old hard ice and drawing rainbows in the haze. Meltwater trickled around his goat-hide boots to fall in thin rivulets from the ledge. … Continue reading →
