Fantasy & Science Fiction Author
CHESTER laughed. Figuratively speaking, of course, as being an artificial intelligence they couldn’t do anything literally apart from think at the three thousand times the speed of the human mind. CHESTER thought that was impressive enough...
I told you I’d send you a postcard from paradise, right? To be honest, I feel like I left paradise to come here. I dream of it sometimes, being back on Amurin...
A1: Ashen stars, I just want to go home. B1: Keep us on a straight course. Fleet's one jump out.
Fair breeze, do you hail from one that I knew half a world past...
“It’s ludicrous.” “It’s genius!” Tarr bellowed, triumphantly holding the wooden keg above his head as he waded in the shallow river waters..
“You are not a coffee drinker.” “Oh hush now Paul, you see me get my coffee everyday!”
Hey there readers! Let's cut to the chase; I've been away for a little while. Not many stories have been emerged from my currently crammed brain, and the progress on the Ended Saga has, to say the least, drooped a little...
“I feel personally attacked right now.” “Food?” “Not now Brian,” Mara snapped...
A1: They’re mobilising us for what? B1: Parabus apparently. Commander has taken emergency powers, so they’re saying, and he’s sending us out to some Confederate outposts...
‘Mild’ they said. A ‘mild’ day of weather ahead, they had assured Paul. What a dick he felt like now...
