If I were to do a series of Five Things… blog posts, what sort of subjects would you like to see?
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wrrr wrrrr rewind… Edally Academy Chapter 29 is up!
Chapter Twenty-Nine – When the World is Shaking, Do Not Stop to Rebalance Your Saddle-Bags
“You did, didn’t you?”
“Here.” Lusnyoot shoved the wrench into Tairiekie’s hand. “Fix it and stop asking questions.”
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Gremlins, IRL History
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Jumping Rings: A Story of the Circled Plain – Chapter Nineteen – Taslin
Duck
“Duck!”
Taslin and Lansesh were serving as backup for the six-year Gladiator Rantoness Kallesh-Red in a five-on-three match against another Pit’s lead team. It wasn’t a fair fight. It wasn’t even in the same league as a fair fight. But Taslin was having more fun than she’d had in any match so far.
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Read Me!
Want to read anthologies featuring yours truly?
My story in Shifting Hearts, “Crossing the Line,” follows a feral-hearted woman as she deals with territoriality – and cautious affection.
“Monster Godmother,” in What Follows, is the story of an immortal fae and the humans that hate her, all struggling against an ending world.
“Company,” my story in No Place For Us, is also apocalyptic. Sometimes the best thing to wash up in your nets is companionship.
The Amazon Links are all here.
You can find What Follows on SmashWords, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo here, or on CreateSpace here.
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It’s time to commission an arts
I would like to commission an art from this artist – http://drkarayua.tumblr.com/post/114425161426/drkarayua-hello-friends-i-am-currently-taking
So: Who?
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“No Place For Us” is Out!
No Place For Us is out! This anthology of post-apocalyptic romance features my short story “Company:” even after the end of the world, people need a bit of company.
And now in paperback!
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A While in Alder
Stories
Around Elephants, a story for #FridayFlash and Thimbleful Thursday
The Club, for Thimbleful Thursday
Patreon Stories – for Patrons Only
After the Storm, Kailani after the apocalypse
An excerpt from a novel not yet written, Rin & Girey
A Twisty Problem, a story of Dragons Next Door
Serial Stories
Broader Education, a story of Edally
Remembering the Fallen a story of Jumping Rings
Life in Alder Trees
Projects I am Working On Right Now
Why I Won’t Be Doing NaNoWriMo in 2015
Brainstorming for CAMP Nano
Generators and More Generators
Trying Out New Recipes
Greenhorn on Luna Se7vn, a ficlet of Foedus Planetarum for Thimbleful Thursday
Where it All Begins – the Zeroth Cohort in Addergoole
When All Else Fails, Make a Plan (Fanfic for cluudle‘s Superhero world)
Time for Play, a ficlet for #3WW
Making Things Work – more Baram’s House Elves
Messy, a story of Addergoole Year 46 for #3ww
International Women’s Day: Junie
International Women’s Day: Fae Apoc Presidents
Book Covers & other Canva Art
Thimbleful Thursday
The Fires of Gobann and other book covers
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The Club, a story for Thimbleful Thursday
Chloe D’Aushinger had been arrested quietly in the middle of the night, with no notice to her family or to her not-inconsiderable business interests. She had spent three nights in the Pietierre “Hospital’s” more uncomfortable basement rooms before being just as quietly released on the recognizance of three people she had never met before.
Rene, no-last-name-given, took the lead. He was a tall man, wearing a taller hat with a very wide brim, which shadowed his face rather effectively. “Mme. D’Aushinger, I would like to welcome you into the club.”
“I really must be getting back to my family…” Chloe had been saying that for days. She had met with opposition of every sort – rough, direct, soft, indirect, hinting, threatening. Rene simply bowed, so low it was amazing his hat stayed on.
“While your lodgings are lovely, for the next week, I’m afraid it will be necessary for you to enjoy our hospitality. We’ve moved your family already, one at a time. Your home is being watched.”
A second shadowy figure coughed. Nicholle. She, too, was missing a last name. “Rene…”
“This is the time and place when we can say things, Mlle. She will have to learn soon enough to hear those things not said. I believe her days under the Pietierre have begun to teach her what words you cannot utter. But I feel she needs to understand a bit more before we move her.” Rene said this all at once, as if hurrying before Nicholle could cut him off.
The third figure, Ane, had not spoken at all. But from the breadth of shoulders and the thick hand provided to Chloe to shake, she had no question why the good gentle was there.
Which was more than she could say for herself. “I’m afraid I really don’t understand.” Chloe drew herself up, straightening her shoulders. She looked where she thought Rene’s eyes likely were. “I annoyed some powerful people, yes. When those of-“
“The thing is,” Rene interrupted, “when you say ‘those of my ilk,’ as you were going to, you don’t yet know what your ilk is.”
“That,” Nicholle took over, “is what we are here to correct. As Rene said… welcome to the club.”
Written to Marh 12’s Thimbleful Prompt. In the same universe as Around Elephants, which I believe needs a setting name (And MAY be the same setting as Edora & Rodegard)
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Greenhorn on Luna Se7vn, a ficlet of Foedus Planetarum for Thimbleful Thursday
Set in the early days of Earth’s admission into the Foedus Planetarum. To the Thimbleful Thursday prompt for March 19, “Green as Grass.”
The maintenance team on Luna Station 7 were drawing lots. Johanna, Curtis, and Al had rotated back home – or, in Al’s case, onto the space liner he’d been trying to get onto forever. That meant they were getting three new workers, and while two of them were maintenance veterans, none of them had worked Se7en, with its particular peculiarities, before.
“Oh, come on.” Angie stared at the green button. “I do not want the greenhorn again. Every time. Every time.” There were rules about how long you could stay at a particular station. Angie, Clyde, and Taylor had managed to avoid all of those rules, while Emily was coming up on the end of her time and had yet to come up with a suitable workaround. “Why is it always me?”
Clyde wasn’t going to tell her that he’d learned to feel the differences between green, white, and black buttons, and if he wasn’t going to tell her, Emily wasn’t going to point out that they made different sounds. “It’ll be fine, Angie. You’re so good with the new ones. You scare them just enough. And besides, it’s not like this one’s new-to-space.” Emily flipped through the dossiers on her tablet. “Kalienkari Shefor. Last tour of duty as a bureaucrat on Jacoba Two, right at the edge of Earth space. So he-or-she will have their space legs.”
“Well,” Angie grumbled, “better than Curtis, at least. All right, bring them in.”
They cleared the buttons off the table, and Emily, as junior, went to get the newbies. By the time she led them in, she was clearly trying not to laugh.
They knew that other variants than Terran humans worked the stations. Being Luna, however, they’d always gotten Terrans. “Angela Rodriquez, this is Kalienkari Shefor, your new trainee.”
The man, for he was certainly that, had skin the brown of tree bark and hair – and even Angie had trouble not laughing – hair as green as grass.
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