Other Fiction
I've been writing fiction for a long time, though it's often had to be in stolen scraps of spare time. There are several novels apart from the Shattered Moon series lying around in various states of (in)completeness. I’m serialising one right now on Substack.
There’s another short story and three linked novellas from the world of the Shattered Moon on my Substack—all free to read. For an overview, start here.
I've also turned my hand to short stories, and here are a couple of examples that I'm reasonably proud of but haven't managed to get published elsewhere. I should say right away that both are in distinctly different vein to The Shattered Moon.
Forgoing
A taste of hard SF; at least if you interpret 'hard SF' as stories that rely, to greater or lesser extent, on technology beyond what's known and available to us here and now.
The last thing she did before they took away the use of her hands was to sign her name.
Jaz had learned hand-Screeding in primeschool but her skills had grown rusty. Here, her implants being incompatible with local datarets, she'd had to resort to the antique method several times.
Seylag merely glanced into a holocube, lifted veir head sharply, the Tericent version of a nod. Brisk, impersonal techs ushered them to chairs for the procedures. Bodies briefly blocked her view. When she saw Seylag again, they were already fitting the apparatus over veir face. Jaz wished she'd snatched one last chance to look into veir eyes.
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I've been writing fiction for a long time, though it's often had to be in stolen scraps of spare time. There are several novels apart from the Shattered Moon series lying around in various states of (in)completeness. I’m serialising one right now on Substack.
There’s another short story and three linked novellas from the world of the Shattered Moon on my Substack—all free to read. For an overview, start here.
I've also turned my hand to short stories, and here are a couple of examples that I'm reasonably proud of but haven't managed to get published elsewhere. I should say right away that both are in distinctly different vein to The Shattered Moon.
Forgoing
A taste of hard SF; at least if you interpret 'hard SF' as stories that rely, to greater or lesser extent, on technology beyond what's known and available to us here and now.
The last thing she did before they took away the use of her hands was to sign her name.
Jaz had learned hand-Screeding in primeschool but her skills had grown rusty. Here, her implants being incompatible with local datarets, she'd had to resort to the antique method several times.
Seylag merely glanced into a holocube, lifted veir head sharply, the Tericent version of a nod. Brisk, impersonal techs ushered them to chairs for the procedures. Bodies briefly blocked her view. When she saw Seylag again, they were already fitting the apparatus over veir face. Jaz wished she'd snatched one last chance to look into veir eyes.
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The Enemy Across The River
And, just to be different again, one of my occasional forays into fantasy.
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And, just to be different again, one of my occasional forays into fantasy.
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