I made a handy box set of all my Christmas stories. Turns out, there are plenty of those. A collection of original Christmas short stories and three retellings. Contains: Santa Fight Club The Impossible Quest of Hailing a Taxi on Christmas Eve The Red Holidays Ten Kilos Till Christmas The Read more…
Happy Halloween! Or whatever, I don’t really know what people say to these things. We don’t have that over here. Anyway, I finished the second story, Chicago. It’s out on Amazon on the 29nth. If you can’t wait, you can grab it on my Patreon. The Halloween Raid series page Read more…
Tushy felt dead. Which was a good thing, in her case. She was practically glowing. Literally, with a greenish light, and her scythe looked way cooler now. It wasn’t the starter scythe she was lugging around all this time, rather the same model, only sharper. Glowier. Scythier. She swung it Read more…
Tushy kept fingering the broken obsidian, like the tongue that keeps feeling around a cavity. She didn’t know what was actually bothering her about it, but it was certainly something. She had noticed a deep change in her perception when she finally reapt her first one. Things were… sharper around Read more…
Michalina blew into a breathless tirade of excuses. “I saw two guys coming in, I mean, it’s not my fault, right? Nobody ever uses the northern gate, how was I supposed to know that the human expedition would arrive through here? And I left my post for like two seconds, Read more…
There was a clang of metal on metal, and a grunt. She didn’t dare open her eyes. She heard a scuffle, and then opened her right eye. Peter had blocked the attack and pushed his governor to the side. “Stop it, please.” “This vile elf wants us to die in Read more…
Michalina had lots of fun that night. Both the human men had her, though she focused her affections more towards Peter, whom she liked best. But the governor was good-looking too, once he drank some booze and stopped whining. “Stop breathing so hard, you’ll use up all the oxygen in Read more…
The moment was ruined, but their mood was not. “Peter! Get me out of here,” Aristides wailed. “The cute elven girl said that it’s impossible,” he said flatly. “What does she know? Look at her, she’s all drunk. And so are you, actually,” Aristides complained, pointing from one to the Read more…
Michalina went, ‘Uhh… Um…” for three ridiculously long seconds, facing the intruders. And then she tapped the hilt of the protector blade and the shield went up. It was a physical, well not actually physical but it certainly was there, adamantine barrier, that bent the torch and the moonlight into Read more…
Michalina was a party girl. Party elf, in her case, but everyone in town was an elf, so the distinction was unnecessary. “Michalina, don’t screw this up,” her lieutenant said, shoving a protector’s blade in her hands. Michelina looked down at it, receiving the magic sword. It hummed softly, like Read more…