“What are they doing now?” Kara demanded, wide-eyed. She sat on Rades’s broad shoulders with both hands spread against the shivering door.
“That’s not them.” Djaren stared at the trembling floor and walls. “This is an earthquake. Leave the door and get into the inner courtyard!” Continue reading →
Jon had wanted to see Tuwa again, but not under these circumstances. All the captives had been brought up on deck, awaiting separation and the ships that would take them to their new destinations. Continue reading →
Tam rowed the overloaded little boat with the best of his strength, leading the trail of little vessels out to the waiting ship. From here, he had a good view of the Professor, too weak still to row, his pale scarred shoulders loosely bundled in blankets. The Professor frowned as he studied the papers Jon and Kalani had retrieved. Continue reading →
Djaren woke suddenly, groggy, sure that he shouldn’t be asleep, no matter what his body thought of the matter. Continue reading →
I am just back from Katsucon, and running late at life. Clearly we are at a somewhat climactic part of the story so I will be working as hard as I can to get you the next bit as soon as possible.
If you are looking for more exciting and diverse stories, there happens to be a very cool Cyberpunk short story and music anthology releasing today that Jessica and I have a story in. Check out Foreshadows. I am very proud to have been involved in this amazing collaborative project.
Soon, two more ships came into view, all converging. The man in charge of their boat brought out a spyglass, and the ship they were heading for turned in its course. Continue reading →
Tam crouched awkwardly in his mop closet, clutching the papers Jon had shoved at him, and felt his brother slipping further and further away. He wasn’t sure he’d done the right thing, just setting, but there had been a lot of fellows to deal with, and more than a mallet would manage. Continue reading →
A big shape suddenly obscured Djaren’s view. Wide shoulders and big arms with strong, clawed hands grabbed the falling fire and redirected it, tossing it like tinder. Continue reading →
Here is a gallery of prints available to Kickstarter backers who pledged at a high enough level. I’ll be writing to each of you to see which one you would like.

Terminal at Merigvon

Djaren and Ellea Portrait

Blackfeather tent
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Djaren crept south through Trimela, keeping to the darkest shadows and stepping carefully heel to toe with his soft leather boots, as he’d been taught, not sacrificing balance for silence. Continue reading →