RaReason

Things are getting better!

My drive to write is returning along with my health. I'm not going to make any promises right now about the schedule because the last two times I did that, something bonkers went wrong and swept my legs out from under me, but I'm happily writing again.

Here's where I bitch about a small pro...

Book 3, Chapter Eight

Whisper

Whisper trudged through the underground tunnel they had dug many years ago, more tired than they could remember being in years. Being on the run was a special kind of exhaustion they had only experienced once before. A little over sixteen hours had passed since they had pre...

Book 3, Chapter 7

One week later...

“I gotta say, Stanley, you make a pretty fuckin’ good poutine,” I said around a mouthful of gravy fries and cheese curds. I was sitting in the kitchen in a chair I had pulled from the office, using Stanley’s compatriot (whose name I didn’t bother to lear...

Book 3, Chapter 6

“Eh,” I said with a shrug. “It’s a gift.”

Trix’s laughter echoed across the flat planes of North Dakota as the two other figures regarded me with far cooler reactions. Trix had shown up tonight as 1990s Salma Hayek, wearing a nice sundress that was plastered to her body by the r...

This chapter was supposed to be done a lot sooner

But I got hit with norovirus and spent a good long time hanging out with the toilet. The good news is that all that time being miserable meant I didn't have much to do except think about Colm and his many problems, so I got some good material plotted out.

Hope the bug missed you all and I'l...

Book 3, Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Albright

Albright laid his glasses on the desk and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Run that by me again?”

He was in his office, which was seeing much more use this last month with the boss “indisposed” with his sudden inhumanity. His desk was covere...

Book 3, Chapter 4

Jager leveled his polearm at me. I tensed, but no more lightning followed. In the moment that followed I took a moment to look him over. His armor looked like a mix of Viking armor and English plate mail, with chain mail crammed in places that weren’t covered by steel. On his shoulders rested a...

Book 3, Chapter 3

I shot forward just as they opened up. Both squads had two big men with belt-fed machine guns, filling the hallway with lead (or, more likely, copper jacketed steel). One fellow was prone on the ground and opened up with a fucking fifty cal.

Thirty-six tentacles sprang from me, twelve from ...

Book 3, Chapter 2

I felt my perception of time expand as my precognition gift from Trix commingled with my expanded powers from Other Me. Instead of seeing what I now knew as the most likely outcome of the future in three seconds, I perceived the world in front of me like someone had overlayed an x-ray of possible...

I'm back

Some stuff happened that I won't go into too much detail. My body is doing an impression of the Blues Mobile pulling up to the Cook County building. One thing led to another and it made it harder and harder to write or post what I've written and here we are exiting month 4 so I'm saying "fuck it"...

Book 3, Chapter 1

“I’m nervous,” I admitted, putting my Accord in park.

“Why?” Asked Alice. “It’s Ida.”

I grunted and climbed out of the tiny sedan. I opened the trunk and dropped the Webley in the hidden compartment. Alice joined me after grabbing her sign from the backseat, leaving he...

Book 3, Prologue—Part 2

Prologue—Part Two

Alice

Alice sighed as she stuffed her bag. Colm was working through books faster than she could provide new material. Elysium only allowed her to bring one bag, so every week she had to figure out how to best stretch the material. This week she’d s...

Book 3, Prologue—Part 1

Prologue—Part One

Kristy

“You don’t have to come back if you’re not ready,” Albright said distractedly as he typed out a quick email. Kristy resisted the urge to curse his laptop.

They were in Albright’s seldom-used office. This was probably the second or ...

Another Update

First, chapters incoming. Two right after this post and a third tomorrow.

Second: Fuck this month.

It's been shit, life's been rough, but it's smoothing out. That's the main thing I wanted to get out and tell you. I'll try to be more communicative in the future but I have a bad habit ...

Update!

Got two chapters done. Doing a new editing process this time around and want to hang onto the chapters for a little longer as there were times during book 2 that I wanted to go back and change things a smidge but held back because they were already up in front of readers.

Once they feel goo...

I'm back!

VERY sorry for the long absence. A lot of shit happened, but the main thing that I was having trouble with was the direction of the third book.

I have learned after trying to write a couple hundred aborted books that I need to have an ending firmly in mind before I really start the process ...

Unfathomable Power, Book 3 Jacket Blurb

(Or Story Question as Jim Butcher calls them)

Perdition Embraced

By RaReason

Colm has been through a lot. Pirates. Cultists. Existential nightmares. Literal nightmares. The list goes on and on. After some reflection, he realizes that most of his problems ...

American Eldritch, Chapter 10

My mind finally caught up with my feet when I crested a ridge, the quarry falling away before me. It wasn’t a big one, maybe a few hundred feet across. To the right was an old abandoned foreman’s office, a loading dock next to it with an overturned crane. Wagons would have been loaded up ther...

Just a heads up

If you weren't here or on RR last year around this time, you probably don't know that I am deathly allergic to mosquitos. This is a brand new thing that has manifested within the last two-to-three years, and each summer since has resulted in between one-to-three visits to the ER. It's a frustrati...

American Eldritch, Chapter 9

I tried my best to mimic the bird call Dane taught me. I had just wanted to shout his name, but he cautioned against making too much of a ruckus in case the girl was in a less benign form of trouble than simply being lost or having a broken leg. The tracks in front of me made me glad for Dane’s...

American Eldritch, Chapter 8

“So?” Layla prompted excitedly, two days later. “What do you think?”

We were standing in what I now knew was called her parlor, which means “living room,” but fancier. Layla had requested a full length mirror be brought up while I put on my new clothing. I stood in front of it, ...

American Eldritch, Chapter 7

I didn’t sleep soundly, but I slept. The unfamiliar noises of the unfamiliar town kept waking me up, and once I rolled out of bed and had my gun pointed at the door, having heard someone walking in the hall. I crouched, using the bed for cover, listening. When the footsteps receded, I lowered t...

American Eldritch, Chapter 6

I couldn’t get comfortable in the bath with the door behind me, and turning around in the tub proved to be worse for different reasons, as the tub was sloped and had a drain on the other side that felt unpleasant on my rear. Eventually, I just got out and dried myself off.

It took longer ...

So that wraps up book 2.

I wrestled a lot with this book. Unlike the first one, which came to me mostly fully formed in a dream, Book 2 was the answer to the question of "where does this go?" The ending changed multiple times, the first being because it was 2 books worth of content to make it make sense, then changed aga...

Unfathomable Power, Book 2, Epilogue

Box room was boring. But I learned that if I hit enough things and made enough noise, they’d shove things through the little hole in the door. Well, first they’d shoot me until I couldn’t move anymore. But after doing that a few times they started to bribe me. The markers and Crayons were f...

Unfathomable Power, Book 2, Chapter 58

He kept laughing at me. Laughing as I struggled to breathe. I tried to think of anything I could use to escape him, but my attempts to push him away or hit him were pathetic. I tried to writhe, to buck and shake, to wrap what remained of the things coming out of my back around his arms, but they ...

Unfathomable Power, Book 2, Chapter 57

I backpedaled as quickly as I could, avoiding the pole that the old man whipped back and forth with speed that cracked the air. I attempted to grab it on a backswing, nearly losing two fingers. Instead, they were broken, maybe shattered. The pole, when in motion, felt like it weighed several tons...

The profession he is referring to

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Knocker-up

Unfathomable Power, Book 2, Chapter 56

As I started walking back to the warehouse, I remembered I did kind of have something… clothing adjacent.

I had been avoiding the Limps of the Other Side because I had thought they were the cause of my transformation. They might have had a hand in accelerating it, but now that I knew they...

Chapters coming, edits coming

I've been going down a rabbit hole of 1800s census data and the university of Missouri prices and wages archive to learn more about the nitty-gritty details of cowboy life. I wanted to clear my head before I start the final stretch of Unfathomable Power book 2 and kind of bit off more than I anti...