How’d you like to kill a god? What about someone powerful enough to think he can become one? It’s up to Ros, a sea captain with a ship full of secrets and a haunted past, to figure it out.
The Terrific, Fail-Proof Heist of the Galactic Century
A space heist gone wrong, a galactic conspiracy between Earth and Mars, and a princess caught in the middle.
Lights of the Lidth
The beast unfolded itself from the rock, splitting the waterfall and sending massive icicles smashing to the ground. The lights of a thousand spirits twisted around its night-black body in shifting greens and blues. It stretched to its full height and stood like a small mountain, then levelled its great serpentine snout to her, its great wings quivering around its bulk.
Studying Auroras
Devon half jumped out of her snowsuit in her shock. She’d been too trapped in her own thoughts to hear the crunching of boots. She eyed the small figure in a thin winter coat. The boy didn’t even have gloves or a toque on. His cheeks and nose were bright red and probably frostbitten. “It’s freezing out here. Where are your parents?”
Turning 30
In three decades, I’d like to think I’ve learnt a lot. I’ve learnt to appreciate time, especially. To appreciate what we have, and what we don’t. To find friends, to leave places, to discover new beliefs, and to leave old ones behind. In cliches, it’s a journey. But really, for me, it has felt episodic in many ways.
First Love
A preview of Chapter 41 from Book 2 of my WIP fantasy book series, ‘Sea of Shadows’.
It’s a standalone chapter in many ways, existing as a flashback for one of my main characters.
Gap Year
An unexpected, whirlwind romance takes two young men on a road trip across Europe. One struggles to come out to his family while the other holds onto a burden from his past. A fateful car accident on a rainy Swiss road changes both their lives forever.
Fingers
*PLEASE NOTE: This is a short horror story containing violence, explicit language, and torture.
The Bane of Klaue Castle
A white figure moved in his periphery.
He froze. Blinked furiously.
It was just the white curtain, hanging limp and moth-eaten over the window. Blast it. You’re an educated man, Arthur Bainsworth. Stop jumping at imagined ghosts.
The Town Awakens
A short story about an undead village and a lost ranger.