First off, I'll state that a chapter IS coming for today (Tuesday, Oct 28). Sorry for the delays recently, I know chapters have been all over the place, and Its been frustrating.
Secondly, I'd like to thank all of you who have subscribed, f...
So, if you've been with me that long, I'm sure some people have noticed that I switched up my writing style a bit for both recent books, Alpha Strike Book 3 and We Lease the Kraken Book 2.
Part of this is the change in editing software, but...
Jonah crouched low on the edge of the roof, the rain-slick tiles cool beneath his palms. Below, the two guards hauled their prize into the misty street, boots splashing through the puddles that caught the pale dawn light. The guards’ voices fade...
This one went through 3-4 revisions, but my Editing software isn't picking anything up. Maybe I'm being nitpicky, but I feel like it might need another go-over. What do you think? Does it read smoothly? or do I need to redo some parts?
Rain slicked the rooftops and pooled in the cracks between the tiles.
Fifteen minutes had passed. Long enough for the thunder to roll closer, for the drizzle to turn into a downpour that hammered the western quarter until the streets gleamed...
The boy’s leg was nearly mended when the [Wasp] landed on Dr. Maria’s shoulder. Its weight was barely noticeable, a soft vibration against the fabric of her sleeve, but the faint metallic click of its feet drew her attention a...
The sun slanted low through the narrow windows of the new shop, throwing amber bars across the stone floor. Hugo sat with his back to the wall, arms folded, his bulk filling the room with the kind of presence that didn’t need words. Alpha’s 2025-10-08 00:40:52 +0000 UTCView Post
The holographic display bled out, lines of light folding into themselves until the desk was bare again. Alpha’s [Wasp] clicked its mandibles shut, red optic narrowing as the glow dimmed to a steady ember. The faint hum of its wi...
Yon Stonewall’s office carried the muted weight of authority.
The walls were clean-cut stone dressed with pale oak trim, the air faint with the tang of lamp oil and old parchment. A wide desk dominated the room, papers stacked in neat, del...
Jeremiah set his palms on the corners, as Ulrick had shown him, with his fingers splayed across the opposite edges. The cube’s surface felt cool, polished smooth, a little too perfect under his skin. For a long moment, nothing happened. The crys...
The morning air outside the temple carried the weight of sleepless nights. Clouds dragged their shadows across the tiled roofs of Halirosa, and the streets below thrummed with the slow rise of another day. The group clustered near the worn steps o...
The office might have been anywhere. Four walls painted in a shade of beige so generic it seemed designed to discourage memory, a cheap wall clock whose steady tick set the rhythm of the room, a steel-and-composite desk that had all the personalit...