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Author Archives: David
Books Are Overrated
“I don’t know what to do with you, Flit Fox,” I muse. “If I let you go, you’re duty-bound to run off and tell Mab and Oberon we’re here, and what you’ve told us.” Flit cries some more. “You can’t … Continue reading
What Is Steampunk? (Steamfunk)
Speaking as a guy who likes awesomeness, I’d like to see more Steamfunk.
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That’s Rock and Roll for You
A baobab of any sort is a strange-looking tree, with a really thick trunk and a shallow canopy of branches arrayed at its top like a collection of lilypads on the surface of a pond, each laying parallel to the … Continue reading
This Is Really Charming
“This is really charming,” Eddie butts in. “Would you care to explain?” I sigh, but Pulse leaps right in. “Once upon a time,” he says, “there were three friends. Hilarious, slap-each-other-on-the-back friends, all of them Rangers and one of them … Continue reading
I Show Horse
“Aves repello!” I hear Adrian shout. That sounds like a good idea, I think, but only for a second. If I thought the Push was bad, the buffeting blow that whips off Adrian as he casts his spell makes it … Continue reading
Check the Wizard’s Pockets
“Check the wizard’s pockets,” Eddie says. He delivers the line like an order, but he does the searching himself. When he finds a thin, sharp bit of iron, like a razor, and shows it to us, I grin and try … Continue reading
I Needed Someone to Kill It
“You’re not thinking of trying to get past Herself, are you?” I ask Jim Throat. The big guy laughs. He’s strapping his sword on him like a knight, like you don’t see on the Outside anymore except in pictures and … Continue reading
Blast and Blazes
It wasn’t over. Dyan needed something to end the fight, permanently. She hit the locator switch on her bola holster—one of her bolas was destroyed, but the other should be in the spring. She raised herself to her hands and … Continue reading
3 Minute Book Review
Tom Carr of Residual Hauntings Revived reviews Hellhound on My Trail.
Gee Yap!
“Down there.” Jak grabbed her by the back of her head and focused her attention. Dyan and her captors squatted behind a pair of shattered boulders, ankle-deep in their own fragmented offspring, and below them lay a red slope. The … Continue reading
