Thursday, March 7, 2019

Final Update

I just launched my Patreon page and am super excited. With that in mind, I've made the decision to post all future content over there. You're probably thinking, "But you haven't done zippedy zilch in a while. Why should I care?" Well, I've begun getting back into the swing of things since my job ended and I have so much more free time. I'll be posting more of the stuff I did in the past on this blog, including James' reviews. The weather's getting warmer and he's looking to return.

Don't worry, most of the stuff will still be accessible even if you're not a Patron. However, occasionally I'll post exclusive things that only my Patrons can see. Oh, and there are lots of cool rewards for you being so Patronizing.

I invite you to come over and check us out on the new platform:

Saturday, February 23, 2019

Update -- 02/23/2019

I used today to get a lot of writing done, and--no promises--I just might be able to release Return of the Nine next month. I think I'll just drop it as soon as it's done rather than making you all wait any longer with pre-orders. But rest assured, it will be properly edited.

Also, some of you may be wondering what happened to James and his weekly reviews. Well, he took the winter off. Hopefully, he'll be back soon as March is now approaching.

Finally, I'm thinking of getting on Patreon. If I do, I'll let you all know how that will affect this blog.

As always, thanks for sticking with us!

Tuesday, February 19, 2019

"Dying to Live" Free on Kindle 02/20-24

My flash fiction story "Dying to Live" will be available for free on Kindle beginning tomorrow and ending on the 24th. It's a quick three-page read. Check it out!

Tuesday, January 22, 2019

Update -- 01/22/2019

Well, it's been a crazy month. I didn't get much writing done because I was busy moving into my new house. I planned to start writing again after that, but then my monitor died. But now I'm back working on Return of the Nine. At this point, I don't know when it will be released, but it will be worth it. In the mean time, here's a rough cut.

Prisoner hid a wardrobe in one of the upstairs bedrooms of the Crystal Palace when the attack began. She was terrified, her heart racing at lightspeed. She struggled to control her breathing, but it was useless.
Whoever this was had made short work of some of the strongest gods to ever live. Who knew what they would do to her if they found her.
A creak announced the opening of the bedroom door. Footsteps proceeded this. Prisoner slammed her hands over her mouth to keep from breathing. Impossibly tense moments passed.
The wardrobe door flew open and a hand pulled her out of there like a rocket. She found herself face to face with a large humanoid figure completely covered in a silver suit and helmet. “Please don’t hurt me!” she wailed.
The figure stood at least seven feet tall. Its head almost hit the ceiling. It stood there with its hands wrapped around her throat, perhaps contemplating her. Finally, it let go and she fell to the floor. She fought to catch her breath but it was ragged.
The entity stared down at her. Its helmet had large black ovals where eyes should be. Finally, it said in a distorted voice, “Who are you?”
“Me? I-I’m no one.”
“No,” he said. “Your eyes betray your fear. But there is more there. You’re like us; you yearn to dominate others.”
She waved her hands wildly to dismiss the accusation. “N-No! I would never think to try and dominate you.”
“Stand up.” She did so and found the being still towered over her. “You’re different from the others. They had strong levels of xaksan, but you have none.” It fingered her collar. “What is this?”
“It suppresses my god power.”
“Hmmm. So, if I destroy this, your xaksan will return?”
“If by xaksan, you mean my energy, then yes.”
It seemed nothing more needed to be said, for he ripped the collar off her like paper. Within moments, god energy swelled within her.
“Join us, and you will have everything you desire.”
Wasting no time, she conjured a pair of black glasses and put them on. “Sounds good to me.” Her fear was gone; if this… individual… had wanted her dead, she would be so already.
“Tell me—what do you desire?”
Without hesitation, she said, “Revenge.”
“Against who?”
She smirked. “Ev Bannen.”