The Necromancer and the Reaping Spear: Chapter Five

“King Sidra had it on his person when he died: a gemstone, black but glass-like, bearing a golden sunburst set with a red circle. I have hid it in my enclave’s remains. You must take it. It has driven all who touch it mad. They are saying the one who masters it will be his true heir.”

Imports From the Bird: Regarding “THAT Ship”

Hello, readers mine! The following is the result of my earnest attempt to write a short–HA–Twitter thread concerning my staunch belief that we need more soft SciFi/futuristic fantasy stories centering around the inherent drama of smaller warships going toe-to-toe with a true flagship. I hoped to convince other writers of the potential in this idea–in […]