Arise in Fire

He came to me in a dream. If I could say why or how, then maybe I wouldn’t be here. He came to me with a promise clutched in his fist, of vistas and clouds and brilliance beyond whatever I could imagine. I told him I could imagine an awful lot. It didn’t matter. Whatever…

Characters and neat pictures

A blog post about art and art accessories.

Here’s the deal: A Land of Promise

I should say first that this isn’t Expanse fan fiction. Rather, it’s a story idea that I’d had for a while in an original universe but only recently finished. It originally just centered on a retiree who colonizes his own planet, partially for fun but also just because he’s a bitter and rich old man…

Chapter Fourteen: The Priest, or Orthodoxy

In matters of intellect, you must always be on your guard. For who can say which is worse: the blind acceptance of falsehood, or the careless dismissal of truth? – Words of the Emperor in Qepperdan, Matthieu Sartonné, as narrated to his page, Jarun Hichame   The dust had not yet settled from the riders…

Mercy

The ash had fallen for two weeks now, and those court astrologers who had survived the riots in the city were now locked away behind the palace’s earthen walls. At least that was the word that made it downriver to the village. There was no way to know for sure without walking all the way…

An update of sorts

It’s been a while since I wrote one of these things, so I figured I’d do one now. Here we go. So first things first, I’m working on getting Jire beta-read in preparation for putting it up for sale on Amazon. If you haven’t checked that one out yet, it’s set in the same universe…

Chapter Thirteen: The Crusaders, or Zeal

“Even the memory of Vau’s full glory, with all its vaunted cathedrals and the pageantry of the Ferres royal court, could not shake the tedium of marching from Matthieu’s mind. Thirty-seven days lay between him and Ossir.”

Chapter Five

Eric Florn hadn’t had a steak this good in a long time, certainly not back on Earth; there was only so much room for cows on a planet of thirteen and a half billion people. Furthermore, the interior of Ad Astra Lounge was much quieter than anywhere on Earth he’d been either. All around him…

“Not to Sound Bitter”

ESD May 14th, 2629 Malinowski Research Station, Trobriand Sector, Ryosh c Ryosh System   It has been 29 days since my arrival on Ryosh c. Not to sound bitter about it, but I’m getting a little worn out. Okay, more than a little worn out. Okay, I’m bitter, dammit. This is precisely the kind of…