Strangeling Ch. 5: Edgelands Patrol
Arthur The sight of the scarred fishman swam behind my eyes all the way back to our rendezvous point with the patrol. My jaw ached from clenching against memories, and…
Arthur The sight of the scarred fishman swam behind my eyes all the way back to our rendezvous point with the patrol. My jaw ached from clenching against memories, and…
The Old Tank in the Woods Aisling Thin puddle ice, sharp as a northern pike’s teeth, sliced into the bare soles of my feet. The March air burned cold in…
Salvage Detail Arthur Fifty miles downriver from occupied Minneapolis, cottonwoods along the Mississippi were blushing with the first faint greens of spring. Pussy willows bloomed in the low areas,…
Ill Wind Aisling I was as restless as the rough March wind. The raw breeze made spinning my aunt’s mixed cattail and nettle fibers an exercise in frustration, much like…
Still figuring out this serial posting thing, and realized Ch. 1 was too long for one post. Splitting it in half now, and Chapter 2 should be up shortly. …
I've been working on edits for a relaunch of "Strangeling" and am at the point where I could post the whole thing as a serial or start collecting email addresses…
Well, it's been a couple years since I had a working website, and for that matter enough health to function and fix things! I'm able to write and do less…
New hosting, new blog, complete site overhaul... sorry about losing old content but the mess of my old site had just become completely unusable! Just survived Carnival Season in Cologne…