Doing some work on the site this weekend, so please excuse any mess.  Trying to make things a little more streamlined and link the shit out of everything to avoid scaring off potential readers who just want to be able to click a next button, not go for a scavenger hunt.

Also, I'm going for ear surgery on Tuesday and hopefully will not have a heart attack from fear before then.  I am, however, working on a new Blood story, because Kellan and Val still need some love.  Hopefully it will be on the site soon.

Hey look, Ma, I tried my hand at a superhero story: The Frequency

Yup.  Junk, which may or may not be set in the same universe as Death Comes For The Hero.

Going to be posting reviews, thoughts, complaints, and anything else I can think of to do with writing here: Total Word Domination.

A thousand years ago, a group of Elementalists split a warring nation in two, separating magical Mihavar from science-minded Avernon with the great river Calanaia. The two countries continued to grow apart from one another but while Mihavar became prosperous, Avernon became overcrowded and jealous.

A thousand years later, a priest of the fire god Firenze finds a newborn baby on the steps of the temple. Named Daimeric di Firenze, the baby is raised in the temple until, at the age of ten, he tests for magic in all four elements. The first Elementalist in 500 years, he is sent to be trained at the Academy of Mages in Avran Avar, where he is watched closely by the ruling Council of Mages.

When Daimeric graduates at 18, he expects to be sent to the front lines to help guard against attack from Avernon. Instead, the Council assigns him four new students to mentor, in hopes of teaching him self-control and respect for other people, even those weaker than him.

These students -- tough, rough-and-tumble Niamh Telarian; mischief-maker di'Luca Ariscae, second son of a king; thoughtful, sweet-tempered Lore id Ailera dan Morven; and sensitive, loyal Korivenya d'Alteo -- are forced not only to adjust to their new lives and each other, but also must earn Daimeric's respect - and in doing so may save both countries from another war.


To read, start here.

New short story: Death Comes For The Hero

AKA 'zombie apocalypse leads to great gay sex'.  It's been taken off the site because I self-pubbed it over on Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/285901  So if you're wondering.  Go, buy, it's only 99 cents.

In other news, more writing will be posted, I promise.  I'm just pretty sick right now (another reason to buy my shit: I just spent $95 on more fucking antibiotics, just to keep going until the surgeon can get around to seeing me) and I'm tired and some days it's all I can do to go to work for the full day.  But nothing's been abandoned.

At least until I get bored and move on to another project again.

Arden Viljoen is a bonewitch, a magic user who uses bones to cast spells and can speak to/see the dead.  After stealing part of a dead man's finger, she finds herself haunted by his ghost, who claims to have been murdered and demands she find his killer.  As if that wasn't bad enough, Arden's been on the radar of a slightly obsessive cop named Caleb O'Riley, and his interruption early one morning causes her to bind the ghost to the fingerbone instead of banishing him.  When she's attacked shortly after by a strange creature, she finds herself caught up in the plans of an ancient mage who is determined to destroy her and steal the life of the ghost's older brother.

So Splinters was finished on Wednesday night and I've done absolutely shit since then, whee.  To be fair, the infection/inflammation in my ear is getting pretty bad again, and I'm likely going to have to get surgery.

One note though.  In the Starving Artist tab I've got some links to Squidoo articles I wrote.  I'd really appreciate people giving them a look, because I'm trying to build up my presence there.  The better my ranking, the more likely I am to get paid, and that's where you come in: views and likes boost my rankings, and buying shit through my links gets me a cut of the profit.  Plus I think I'm a pretty good writer of non-fic articles too.  So go.  Read.

Aiming to upload the last chapter on Friday, and then pig out all weekend on pizza and junk food before going back to trying to eat at least semi-healthy.  We are currently halfway through chapter 16 and at 166,512 words.