Choke-Collared: Chapter 1

Quincy Fountainpool, a troubled young gutter bastard, escorts his best friend Falak to the Pit to fetch a stranger he already despises. Dark gaslamp fantasy/romance.

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Islander

And so you continue in this world where you are the only moving, changing thing. The sky stretches blue-on-blue, the stormclouds paralyzed the moment before bursting, patches of sky all the more vivid for the contrast. Trees are frozen jerked to one side by the wind, and the cars on the street have been empty […]

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A Bullet With My Name On It

I was given a bullet with my name on it by the man who killed my father, a year to the day he was executed. There was no powder in it, of course, because the commander was not the sort of man to give away a tool that could be used to kill him. My […]

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You Gotta Watch Them Alpine Lakes

Sunlight glared off the only boat in the mountain lake. A few yards away was the island that might have saved the passengers, maybe even the captain if they were especially quick and steel-nerved. As it was, the boaters who’d been brash enough to dare the water thirty minutes ago huddled on deck, unable to […]

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Graveyard Hills and Stillborn Grass

Years and specifics blurred together for him. It was a symptom of location, the flat scrubland punctuated only by oil pumps and their entourage of rangy cattle. Grass that grew up dead and yellow, snapped like matchsticks under the boots of the people who lived here. Why any sane human being, let along a few […]

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Hungry Stupidity

I came up behind him on silent feet. Or maybe not? I wasn’t listening to my own footsteps, it was too far gone for that, too deep, all I could really hear was the beating heart. Awash in raw, unfiltered sensation like a sea of boiling glass. Grating on my skin and fire in my […]

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Mountain Road

  My mother and I had a vacation together after I published ‘Drosera.’ We roadtripped from Central Texas to Santa Fe, then up through the Colorado Rockies back to Texas. It was nice, and I have a lot of good stories from it. We were up high in the Rockies. The roads there are pretty […]

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