My hexarchate books, now called the Machineries of Empire, have been acquired by Solaris Books [The Bookseller]. The first volume, Ninefox Gambit, is due out in June 2016.
Cover reveal and synopsis [SF Signal]. Cover art by Chris Moore.
My fairy tale/flash fiction collection The Fox’s Tower and Other Tales is now available in ebook format from the following places:
If you’d like a taste, most of the stories are (and will remain) freely available in the flashfic section of this site. However, there are four all-new stories and an introduction. If you’d like to show your support, please consider purchasing a copy or spreading the word!
Cover art by the talented Mariya Olshevska.
I now have a page up on Patreon. For those who haven’t heard of this before, it’s crowdfunding, but on a monthly basis for continuing support, rather than one-offs like most Kickstarters. In my case, I’m raising additional money for writing and other creative projects (music, art).
You can support at any level from $1 on up, and the site will charge you monthly. There are a few backer awards at various levels of support (two slots left for monthly writing critiques!), and I’m definitely open to hearing suggestions for other awards (you can reach me by email at firstname.lastname@example.org).
As a bonus, all patrons have patron-only sneak peeks at snippets of works in progress.
If you’d like to help out, please take a look, and thank you!
The archiveship’s master index showed no change. It was Anzhmir’s duty to monitor the jewel-flicker of her freight of quantum blossoms in their dreaming, as well as the more mundane systems that regulated navigation, temperature, the minutiae of maintenance. The archiveship’s garden consisted of a compressed and sequenced cross-selection of human minds, everything from pastry chefs to physicists to plumbers. The selection was designed to accommodate any reasonable situation the colony-seed might find itself in, and a great many unreasonable ones as well.
Anzhmir had reached for the book’s address in memory, and found instead a wholly unfamiliar piece of lore. The discrepancy could only mean one thing: a stowaway.