I’m absolutely overjoyed to announce that my mayhem-ridden biopunky YA novel Like Wheels For Wings, is going to be published this very year by the brilliant FoxSpiritBooks. Kem’s story has been on my mind for years. I actually wrote it first as a short, to submit to the Glitter and Mayhem anthology (it’s a trend […]Read more "Like Wheels For Wings is being published!"
Rolf wakes, stifling a scream as nerves driven to hysteria cry out in symphony. Screaming will only make it worse. He moves his head. The crackling of bones and a wave of nausea, deep as seasickness, warn him against trying, but still he persists. He needs to know. Last time he woke, imagining himself to […]Read more "Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like A River Episode 36: Face to Face"
Click clack. Margo’s back. Heels smack the pavement, hard as gunshots. Striding fast, furious sparks, fire and brimstone. Brimming with rage cold as the heart of an iceberg. Crashes into Randall’s, bell going off into paroxysms, papers flying. Barry yells, dives to save his accounts. No other yelling though, there’s no hook to extricate from […]Read more "Umwelt: Night Flows Like a River Ep.1: Little Flaws in The Stone"
Kitty slides back from the infinite pull of the Mother’s exit. That pinprick singularity hungry for energy. Half of his essence seeks escape to the void, to the grasping maw of soulless black; the other courts the gravity of flesh, the anchor of energy made physical mass. A brief struggle rages in the midst whilst […]Read more "Episode 17: Umwelt: All’s Well That… Ends?"
A hundred yards of granite-solid stare hit Rolf right between the eyes. BAM. He flicks one whip lazily across the other, striking sparks from metal tips, fireflies of light. Allows a smile to trickle across his face, sugar sweet and twice as bad for you. ‘What,’ he murmurs softly, ‘don’t tell me you’re averse to […]Read more "Episode 16: Umwelt: Rust in Peace…"
The formation of nuns sweeps in low. Behind them the storm gathers, a bridal train of dark fury. The seven Sisters circle the bandits and a sweeping veil of storm traps them, like flies in a bottle, a funnel of insane black to lock them into place. Steam engines die to silence and the bandits […]Read more "Episode 15: Umwelt: Sweating Bullets."
Bandits roar down the hillside, spew dust out behind, a yellow smog. Choke leans forward over the handlebars, grins around the stub of his stogie. The charm from the gypsy bangs against the brawn visible in the vee of his grimy shirt. ‘C’mawn get it, sum bitch,’ he mutters at the mad whirl of the […]Read more "Episode 14: Umwelt: Symphony of Destruction"