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The Privateers of Mars -- Review

So, with the shine well and truly off of Joss Whedon these days – No, this isn’t about to turn into a screed about misogyny in Hollywood, or about how geek culture seems destined to forever poison it...

Life Intervenes

So, I meant to finish and publish a follow up to Onyx & Alabaster for last month's story post. That didn't pan out. Life intervenes. So, I pulled a short story out of the vault -- Long, Slow Dark -- and posted it today. There will another story later this month to make up for last month's no ...

Long, Slow Dark

When he was eighteen, Darren Young left home. He did not say goodbye, not to his parents or his sisters or even to Patty Williams, who said that she loved him. He didn’t believe that she loved him, not really, but rather that she wanted to love him. Or maybe, he thought later, he simply didn’...

The High Ground - A Samuel Branch Short Story

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Arjun gazed at me with unfocused eyes, his face as blank as pristine printer paper. I’d hate to play poker with man. He had no tells. That explains why I barely managed to avoid getting punched in the face, kicked in the solar plexus and elbowed in my temple. It’s not...

Onyx and Alabaster

(Note: this version of the story is a first draft. I'll post a more refined version later.)

It was pain that brought Alabaster back to consciousness. Most people would have considered that a bad start, but Alabaster was merely surprised. He’d expected that, when the blood loss made him pa...

Melancholy and Firefly

Melancholy. It’s not the first word that springs to mind for most people when you mention science fiction. Yet, it’s the first thing that springs to mind for me when the subject of Joss Whedon’s Firefly comes up. You see, it’s the melancholy of the show that sets it ...

Night of the Rithin

I woke up to the sight of a purda perched on my chest. I shouted something inarticulate and the lizard scampered away to a nearby rock. It turned and gave me what might have been a nasty look. I sat up and rubbed at my eyes, trying to clear away the fog that was more in my head...

Check Out My Interview

We talk about a bunch of stuff, including my most recent novel, The Midnight Ground.

https://www.facebook.com/CollettesCrazyCorner/videos/316933159299283/?v=3169331592...

Covid, Riots, and Escapist Fiction

I’ve been thinking lately about the escapist nature of reading fiction. As a writer who specializes in urban fantasy, I’m more or less in the business of escapist fiction. It’s what I spend my free time working on. Then, I go onto social media or turn on the news. We’re...

The Stone Forest

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They were waiting in the silence and darkness. He felt their cold, smooth lifelessness and thought of gargoyles, although they were not gargoyles. Gargoyles, at least, were made by human hands. What waited for him in the dark had known no human craft, human compassion, ...