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For your reading pleasure, here is Chapter Two of the Digital Original novel, In Hero Years… I’m Dead. Chapter Two So I didn’t get through the lock in world record time. I still got through. Pocketing the picks, I slipped into the corridor, closed the door behind me. Things looked promising. Left was the vault […]

(For your reading pleasure, the third chapter of At The Queen’s Command) Chapter Three April 27, 1763 Prince’s Haven Temperance Bay, Mystria Owen cautiously approached the work table at the room’s heart. Several bound volumes lay open. Pressed and dried flowers had been affixed to the pages of one, with notes penned in an even and […]

Back in 2007, if you were visiting this blog, you saw me talk a bit about a novel I was writing on spec. On spec is a writer’s way of saying he’s working without a contract, which is kind of like a high-wire act working without a net. The novel was In Hero Years…I’m Dead. […]

November is almost here and I have a novel to write. Of Limited Loyalty is the second book in the Crown Colonies series. It picks up roughly three years after At the Queen’s Command. As I did last year, I’ll be putting a lot of words on the project during November. I’ll also be blogging […]

(For your reading pleasure, the second chapter of At The Queen’s Command) Chapter Two April 27, 1763 Temperance Bay, Mystria Owen Strake disembarked from the Coronet once the longboats had pulled it to the dock. His papers had been sent ahead with the Harbormaster, bound for Her Majesty’s Military headquarters. The Prince’s Life Guards had […]

The only problem with working for yourself—aside from having a tyrant as a boss and a lazy workforce to tyrannize—is that everything which has to be done is something you have to do. Between traveling and working and all that living stuff—eating, sleeping, bathing and chores—a variety of other things fall by the wayside. So, […]

(For your reading pleasure, the first chapter of At The Queen’s Command) Chapter One April 27, 1763 Coronet Temperance Bay, Mystria Captain Owen Strake stood on the Coronet’s wheeldeck, smiling as the ship came around the headland. The wind remained steady, but in the harbor the sea lost its chop. The rising sun painted blue […]