“They’re going to swarm me, Grantyde. As soon as we’re at the party.” Sykora flicks a wireframe display across the front window, which shows the skeletons of other shuttles surprisingly close to them, hidden in Ptolek’s blood-red cloud cover. “Some of these magnates have waited hectoc...
2025-02-21 04:01:26 +0000 UTC View PostHey folks! Attached is the ePub to another earlier work of mine, POWER TRIO.
It was my first ever finished novel. It's a bandmates-to-lovers punk fantasy M/F/F monstergirl romance, with sex, tusks, and rock & roll, starring a human bassist, a goblin guitarist, and an orcish drummer. Its...
2025-02-20 00:41:47 +0000 UTC View Post
It occurs to me that a hi-res version of Mr. and Mrs. Cartwright from Wife After Death/The Warlock could be a fun thing to share with you, my patron pals. Soooo here ya go!
The art is by David Chen, whose work can be seen over at 2025-02-19 18:02:02 +0000 UTC View Post
Home again.
Grant lies in bed. Sykora curls on his chest like a cat. He’s still in his suit, though he had to fold his jacket in front of his crotch the whole way from the shuttle to the cabin. These pants are going to need some heavy-duty laundering. The Princess is wearing her choker, h...
2025-02-19 06:33:18 +0000 UTC View PostHey folks. So Book II of Princess of the Void is about one third over at this point.
Once I'm done with that, as a palate cleanser before I start Book III, I was thinking about taking a brief detour and writing a short story (3-4 chapters), set in the universe of Wife After Death&n...
2025-02-18 21:58:32 +0000 UTC View PostHello folks.
We've just passed 100 bucks a month. Maybe that's paltry compared to other authors, but it is FAR, FAR more than I ever imagined I'd be getting when I started this Patreon. That's, like, gym membership money. At a NICE gym.
I want to let you all know that your support mea...
2025-02-18 04:53:48 +0000 UTC View PostSykora nudges the band of Grant’s boxer briefs down and sighs happily as his cock bounces free. “Hello, handsome.” She kisses the head. “Want to see another Princess trick, Maekyonite?”
He laughs. “Sure.”
She gives his cock another kiss. Her lips linger. Then she deepens...
2025-02-17 05:06:40 +0000 UTC View Post“So Sykora finally buckled. Well, I can see why. You are quite beautiful.” Narika’s focus is so sharp he almost feels it pricking him. “But this is what I mean. You can profess that you don’t need it all you want, but you need a safeguard. The responsible thing is to take k-wort.”
... 2025-02-16 21:07:25 +0000 UTC View Post“Governess Garuna. Two o’clock.”
“What?”
“Like the direction.”
“That’s a time, dove. Not a direction.”
Grant jerks his head. “That way.”
Sykora stands on her tiptoes and squints. “Bless you and your vantage point. Let’s buzz by, shall we?...
2025-02-16 00:48:38 +0000 UTC View Post“Here’s how we’ll do it,” Grant says. “You squeeze my ring finger, and if I’m okay with the compulsion, I’ll wiggle it.”
Sykora’s raises a brow as she flips the auto-lander protocol on. “Ring finger?”
“This one.” He points to it. “Before you compel, just tu...
2025-02-13 20:11:49 +0000 UTC View PostWhoop! It's time for a quick poll.
In chapter 20 (or possibly 21, we'll see how long the party goes), the Princess and her Consort get frisky after the dinner party. I think I can make the character dynamics I'm exploring in the chapter work with either a depicted sex scene or some pillow-t...
2025-02-10 21:34:18 +0000 UTC View Post“I am going to get you on Ramex soon. I owe you a day at the sabsum springs.” Sykora taps her foot while the command deck raises out of the bridge, hissing back into its private place under the dome of stars. “But I have to debrief on the troublesome clusterfuck that just occurred,...
2025-02-09 20:49:04 +0000 UTC View Post“Princess on deck.” Brigadier Hyax’s rough bark echoes across the trading-floor hubbub of the Black Pike’s bridge and brings it to a moment’s stillness as the crew unanimously turn to the opening lift and put fist to chest in salute.
Sykora returns the gesture with the ha...
2025-02-07 02:57:44 +0000 UTC View PostThe shining spire of the ZKZ Black Pike, its prismatic sails wide and coruscating, soars through the sweep. It buzzes past Gileas IX close enough that the wooly alien beasts and hunter-gatherer humanoids of that moon witness its rainbow passage, like a psychedelic shooting star leaving an ocular ...
2025-02-05 05:13:46 +0000 UTC View PostGrant freezes. His heart turns over in his chest. His wife stares up at him, red-faced and tearful, her hands twisting into the silk sheets of her bed. Their bed.
“Fine.” Sykora sounds manic. “You’re free. Fine. Take it, for all the good it’ll do. It’s nothing. I don’t care. I...
2025-02-04 04:31:43 +0000 UTC View Post“Eeeasy does it.” Sykora’s hand clasps his as he bends the yoke up. “Check the landing gear indicator… good. And now nudge us forward… very good. And brace for zero G.”
The halfmoon interceptor slips from the Black Pike. The void embraces them. The cockpit fills with ...
2025-02-03 20:35:58 +0000 UTC View PostTwo days pass.
The rawness hasn’t faded. The feeling of inevitability has put a lump in his throat. It must put one in hers, too, because both of them do everything they can to avoid being alone. In the moments they are, they make orthogonal small talk. There’s plenty to be done; she do...
2025-02-03 04:39:03 +0000 UTC View Post“I’m undressing, Grantyde. If you’d like to avert your eyes.”
Sykora strips her belt from her waist and tosses it into an open locker. She slides a cabinet door open to reveal a cream-colored padded suit, with a scarlet stripe across its chest. “Got to get into fighting trim.” 2025-02-02 22:23:52 +0000 UTC View Post
Grant’s spine straightens in shock. He sees the resemblance now, at the corners of the mouth and in the dark, full eyebrows. This is not how he expected to meet his mother-in-law.
What’s Sykora being punished for?
Being born, sire.
“I hope my repeated cal...
2025-02-02 02:51:53 +0000 UTC View Post“Heaven,” Sion Benefice declares. “Two-odd years of traveling the nine circles of the furnishings inferno and I have found my way to heaven.”
“It’s ritzy.” Evan flops onto the elephantine couch and sinks a third of the way in. “Can’t believe we get the whole place. Anise, ...
2025-01-31 04:12:04 +0000 UTC View Post“I want it.”
Thekla’s taken her glasses off, a sure sign, Nick’s learned, that her mind is racing. She rubs her thumb along the hinged arm. The glasses shake in her hand. Her voice is tiny and quavering. “We have to do what she wants. I’m sorry, packmistress. I never want to arg...
2025-01-31 04:10:13 +0000 UTC View PostThe interceptor explodes. Pieces of black-and-red shrapnel spin through space, continuing their trajectory like a cloud of buckshot, trailing magma and glittering broken glass.
“How did we err, Grantyde?” Sykora taps the simulator screen.
“We exploded.”
“True. We’d p...
2025-01-31 01:35:21 +0000 UTC View PostGrant returns alone from the firing range. Hyax seems to think he doesn’t require an escort any longer; he isn’t sure whether that’s faith in his fealty, or she’s just not concerned he’s a threat any longer.
She wasn’t joking about taking the gun away from him. That’s all righ...
2025-01-28 07:32:45 +0000 UTC View PostSomething that confused me about humans, when we first found you, is how many of your stories end with “and they lived happily ever after.” Ever after. It’s reprinted and repeated enough times that its meaning has leached away. You read those words and you don’t think of their tr...
2025-01-28 03:56:04 +0000 UTC View PostMy husband’s eyes have turned gold.
The hazel never came back. The rings around the edges just leached in to fill the irises. “I hope you don’t miss it too much,” he says, when I bring it up to him. “Maybe there’s a way to get it back.”
“I think it’s dope,” Jordan ...
2025-01-28 03:41:46 +0000 UTC View Post(the sentence fragments in the letter are supposed to be crossed out. guess patreon doesn't have that kind of formatting. Enjoy!!)
A shift in the bed's surface awakens him, as Sykora slips out from the covers. He doesn’t open his eyes. He hears her moving around the cabin, the soun...
2025-01-27 19:55:06 +0000 UTC View PostThis is only about half of chapter 40, but I wanted to get it out tonight for you folks. The other half I'm working to have ready for tomorrow. Then it's the epilogue, and then we're done!
My love is forgotten. My love is gone. I will kill you all. I will spare none of this ro...
2025-01-27 04:33:28 +0000 UTC View PostDeep breath. Final stretch time. Two more posts after this and The Warlock is done.
Caspar has a one-word reply to Eight’s chiefest warlock. Its echo thunders across the basilica floor, guttering the candles, clattering the burnished relics against the walls, bursting the ma...
2025-01-26 18:54:23 +0000 UTC View Post“Two salt-passings,” Grant says. The shuttle anchors on a plate-glass platform emerging from a canopy of Ptolek II's blood-red trees. “Or a seasoning of your choice.”
“Let’s say… one salt-passing and one hand-feeding,” Sykora says. “What’s the going rate on those?”
... 2025-01-26 00:41:27 +0000 UTC View PostA soft glow wakes him. A panel that last night showed the stretch of firmament in which they floated now beams the amber light of a planetside sunrise into the room like an open window.
Sykora is sprawled in her bed, the covers partway off her body. She’s naked. He looks judiciously away ...
2025-01-25 04:15:20 +0000 UTC View Post