Coming soon to a Smashwords near you - One Year of Instants 2019!

Price, absolutely FREE! [because fanfic content]

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YUS!

I finally finished writing _Babes in the Woods_, a Stolen Century/Amnesty crossover.

At. Firkin. Last.

Shall commence posting tomorrow.

One Year of Instants (2017) is coming to a Smashwords near you!

I’ve compiled and converted it, and now it’s way to becoming a Smashwords file.

[Image is a screenshot from Smashwords detailing the conversion status of a book entitled One Year of Instants (2017). All the file conversions are Pending.]

I’m proud to announce the very baby beginnings of a very special jewellery shop.

Every Girl Deserves Beautiful.

There are ladies out there who can’t, won’t, or don’t know if they want to- have holes in their earlobes. And since that’s standard for femininity, those ladies feel left out.

So I’m going to start making non-standard earrings for non-standard ladies. Clip-ons that are not just boring old buttons. Things that are fun to wear, pretty to look at, or give you an opportunity to show some pride in who you are.

I’m still in the process of getting my stuff together, but in two weeks or so, I should have some stuff to show everyone. And since it is the very baby beginnings, do expect some limitations. I am, after all, just one ‘Nutter with a compact set of skills.

But I do believe that all girls [and why not some guys? You can try on shiny things, too] deserve to have beautiful things to help them feel happy.

Wapun used the boost of post-acceleration forward momentum to race up the rest of the hallway and catch the nearest Vertical Transit to the bridge.

From there, it was just a question of appearing neater and meaner than anyone else on the bridge.

“Far scanners, report,” she demanded, entering her command chair from the side opposite the ensign whose sole duty was freshening the Captain’s Cup.

It was magical thinking, and Wapun hated it on bad days. But, just like the Naehyn breathing live into the gravity generators, it worked. With annoying accuracy.

In the eternal battle between rationality and superstition, there was no greater early-warning detection system than the Captain’s Cup. No matter how advanced the scanners, no matter how sensitive the passive detection systems, the best and first method of telling something was about to go very wrong indeed was ripples in the Captain’s favourite hot beverage.

Thus, there was always a piping hot cup - it had to be very hot so as to be allowed to sit and cool - set in a special part of every bridge of every ship. Even those that had owners and no captains.

If it was irrational, but it worked, it was not that irrational in the first place.

Wapun’s was a mixture of hot water, bovine lactate, sugar, drinking chocolate, more sugar, caramel, and perhaps a stray molecule of caffeine, crying because it was alone.

Tartaczevski turned to deliver her report. “Sir, we have the wormhole stabilised at five AU and closing. Advanced scanners have picked up a hollow metallic object drifting towards us. There appears to be no fuel and it’s not broadcasting. Atmosphere inside is a typical carbon-form-friendly mix of oxygen, nitrogen, and random harmless pollutants. Life signs… are dubious.”

“…effing called it,” muttered Wapun under her breath.

“Sir?”

“How, exactly, are they dubious, Tartaczevski?”

Hevun’s Ambassador. Available on Smashwords February 14th 2014.

Hot beverages are functionally important.

Good news, everyone!

Hevun’s Rebel is prepped and ready for publication!

Bad news is, I have to wait until Tuesday (or maybe Monday night) to click the “publish” button.

You can’t put free books on pre-order :P

Le Sigh.

So load up my Smashwords Profile and get ready to hit ‘refresh’ twenty bajillion times, folks. 'Cause it’s happening soon!

FOUR DAYS TO GO

Sahra was starting to get pins and needles in her hands and feet when a supervisor turned up. She knew better than to look at them. Looking was a sign of aggression.

“Well. Two dozen little rats all lined up in neat rows,” said the supervisor. Their boots stopped roughly in the middle of the area where they were all parked. “Who lead you all to this place?”

Sahra felt more than saw the forest of hands pointing towards her. She tentatively raised her clumsy-hand to don’t-shoot position just past the top of her hair.

Coming to Smashwords October 29

Five More Days

Mama always said, We may be low, but we know how to stay clean.

October 29

COMING OCT 29TH

Disobedient slaves got shot.

October 29th

This was one of the dangerous ones.