Not on Amazon: 9 Superhero Ebooks for 6 Bucks


Just in time for Christmas, here’s a bundle deal for you. If you’ve been curious about my work, or are already a fan who’s been looking for more but not sure where to start, start here!

I decided to throw everything I produced in 2016 into one deeply discounted book bundle for an end of the year explosion. 

Uh, explosion of fiction, that is.

The Swords, Superheroes, and Space Opera Bundle. Available on BundleRabbit, B&N, iBooks, and Kobo.

And NOT available, you guessed it, on Amazon. This one is for the little guys, like you and me. They’re getting enough business this time of year.

You can get to all of the other retailers from the Bundle Rabbit site. Just hit the “BUY NOW” button.

But an advantage of buying right there on Rabbit is that you can choose to donate 10% of your purchase money to a charity. Especially nice this time of year! I have selected the Wounded Warrior Project and the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society, both charities that mean a lot to me, personally.

(I also get a bigger chunk of your pie if you buy on Bundle Rabbit, since I don’t have to share it with the other retailers. In case you want to support me, as well, over them.)

With all the traveling and downtime you’ll have this holiday season, you’ll want to grab plenty of quality entertainment. And this is it! Enough to keep you turning pages well into 2018!

The normal total price for all these titles adds up to $35! But you can get this giant-sized file of fictitious fun for a whopping grand total of $5.99!

But only for a limited time. This is an end of 2017 bundle, which means once we start wading into 2018, this book deal is going to go the way of the do-do. So do-don’t mess around, buy it today! (okay, that was a terrible wordplay. Sorry. None of that shit in the books, I swear!)


A few of these books aren’t exactly, strictly 2017 material. Say, about 500 pages of it. (Which still leaves hundreds more!) Tarnish: Thunderstrike Edition was a book I published a few years ago, decided to unpublish, and then recently decided to throw back into the world. It contains the entire Tarnish Trilogy and the prequel of the series. Four books in one! And that’s just one book of the nine!

The Thorne Legacy is the first installment of the Cold Stars series of sci-fi stories, and since The Scythe of Kronos came out this year (book 2) I figured I should put that in there too.

Also, I must confess to a couple of repeats in the collection overall. Medicine Man, Frozen Heart, and Puppet Theatre were published as individual stories and were also included inside bigger triple-story collections. So they come up twice each. But that still leaves hundreds of pages of single-appearance material, so no biggie.


Click here to check it out on Bundle Rabbit. 

Happy reading and Merry Christmas! (Or Happy Hanukkah or Kwanzaa or… insert your preferred winter holiday here. They’re all good ones!)


Fantasy Series Book 1, 99-cents for 3 days Only

That’s a choppy headline but it gets the point across.

portrait of a brutal warrior with sword in smoke

As my world is in flux at the moment, I’ve decided to throw The Quest (Tarnish Book 1) up for $0.99 for a few days.  Literally.  Grab it for cheap while you can.  In the middle of a pricing theory flux, so…  Let’s try it out.

Click this Universal Link to see a bunch of places you can find the book.

Swords, Soldiery, & Demons: This Month’s Story for You

I’ve started posting my first serialized story to my Patreon page: The Prince of Luster and Decay.  I’m going to use Patreon as a fiction portal, a way to tell stories week to week.  This is in exchange for the generous support of Patrons, who donate a benevolent weekly or monthly amount (as low as a single dollar) to provide for some of their favorite creative content.

I see on Patreon now there are people who actually make a living from doing podcasts or Youtube vids about playing video games, doing sketch comedy, painting, etc.  Make a living purely by virtue of the thousands of people who contribute to their efforts.  By making videos of them playing video games!  Never thought I’d see the day.

So I figured, What the hell?  If they can get support from strangers to do that, maybe I can  get some help with the expenses of producing quality fiction and novels.

So far, almost no one has noticed.  And I”m not going to kill myself trying waving my arms about trying to get attention.  If I spend my time doing that instead of writing, I’ll be missing the whole point, right?

So if this is something you’d like to support, by all means, please, check out my Patreon page by clicking here.  I’ll be supplying quality escapism on a weekly basis.  And I’ll greatly appreciate every single penny that any fans see fit to donate to my cause.

I’ve already posted the first chapter of The Prince and am about to post the second.  Most of this second chapter (it has four scenes, I think), and all the subsequent chapters, you’ll only get by joining the cult–I mean, community.  Or by buying the book outright.  But here’s one scene that I think sets it up nicely:

The officers’ tent was one of the last still standing as the camp was being dismantled.  It smelled of pipe smoke and coffee.  That blackest tea was a rare luxury in these lands, though Knox had had some before.  It reminded him of the Stewards’ Inn back home and of the treasures that kind couple had brought to Redfield as they retreated from the war.  The Inn had become the warm heart of his hometown, a place to rest and share stories with neighbors.  Then the violence came south enough to threaten even Redfield and the nobles and officers of the north came asking for volunteers.  What choice did he have?

He pushed the memory from his mind.  The time for reflection had ended and duty called once again.

Knox came to attention at the tent’s open flap and waited.  Inside, the company’s last two officers sat on sturdy wooden chairs around a collapsible table.  Chaplain Kane sat silently smoking his pipe and stroking his mustache, no doubt reviewing the vast wisdom of his sermon.  Lieutenant Rosenthal studied a map on the table.  To his left was the portable iron stove where the coffee brewed in an ornate pewter kettle.

“Come in, Sergeant,” Rosenthal said absently.

Knox came two paces into the tent and waited.  He noticed the captain’s crest pinned on Rosenthal’s chest, the bronze hawk’s head shining against the red of his tunic.  Captain Rosy? Knox thought.  It was true then: Captain Brighton had been killed in last night’s attack, and that bastard had promoted himself in Brighton’s place.  The honorable captain must have been buried alongside his men that morning without an official word being uttered.  And Rosenthal, naturally, became his successor.

Being of privileged blood doesn’t make you a leader of men, Knox thought.  The words nearly escaped his lips, but he didn’t feel up to arguing with the young nobleman today.

“I’m thinking of renaming the company,” the new captain said, talking to the chaplain, not the lowly sergeant.  “Rosenthal’s Rose Thorns has some poetry to it.  Maybe even change the heraldry from ‘Brighton’s blue’ to a sharp scarlet.  What do you think?”

Chaplain Kane just arched an eyebrow and blew smoke.


The officer’s expression expected high praise.  Knox was pleased to disappoint: “Sounds like a terrible idea, sir.”

“Excuse me?”

“These men earned the name Stormwalkers.  They’ll tell their grandchildren about breaking that siege against the wind and rain, and every time they do the weather will get worse and the battle more desperate, and it’ll be the one thing they have to be proud of against all this other dismal scruff.  Don’t take that away from them.  Sir.

Rosenthal’s face showed disbelief at the sergeant’s audacity, but the old priest was slowly nodding.  “He has a point, Captain.  Today has been eventful enough.  I’d recommend holding any more changes for the time being.”

“Very well.”  Rosenthal eyed Knox coolly before turning away to refill his cup.  “I’d offer you some coffee, Sergeant, but this is the last of it.”

“Save it, sir.  Already had some this morning.”

The captain’s thin lips curled into an ironic smile.  “Certainly you did, Sergeant, certainly.  Always quick to crack wise.  I hope you’re as quick on the march.”  He hooked the air with a finger, calling Knox like a dog, then planted that finger on a cluster of trees on his map.  “Take your Head Knockers back east.  Our scouts have found a village about here.  It’s likely the source of last night’s attack.”

“Sir…”  The word creaked from Knox’s throat.  “There are only four Head Knockers left, including myself.  We lost three last night: Moss, Harrison, and Mueller, my three best men.  Surely you don’t expect us to sack an enemy camp—”

“Certainly Brighton’s favorite squad,” Rosenthal sneered, “even at half strength, can handle any assignment given to them.”

“Fear not, Sergeant.”  Chaplain Kane stood.  “It’s no enemy camp.”

“We suspect,” Rosenthal continued, “that the ratling creatures that attacked us were residents of that town, twisted by the evil magicks of the enemy.  Your mission is simply to investigate and determine if we are correct.”

“And if you are?”

Kane spoke around the pipe in his teeth: “If we are correct then the town will be abandoned, its population buried here: man, woman and child.  I will send one of my acolytes with you to consecrate the village square and purify its water source.  By Raeph’s blessings, that is all that should be required.”

Man, woman, and child…  Most of the dead in those trenches had been inhuman at the moment of ambush but became husbands and wives, mothers, fathers, and children again once met by sword or spear.  Knox felt the weight of guilt again but refused to slump in the officers’ presence.

“It should be all that is required,” Kane added, “though I must admit, there is another possibility.  It could be that the fountain of this poison is still hiding in the village, in which case it would fall to you to root it out and destroy it.  Such a source of evil could be a blasphemous sorcerer, an artificer of devilish devices, or possibly… the Prince.”

Knox had no patience for riddles.  “What prince would that be, sir?”

“The Prince of Luster and Decay.  The evil metamorphosis of these victims indicates a corruption indicative of just such a demon.  The Prince is fully capable of creating that horde of beasts from its own foul nature.”

“And if we encounter such a creature, sir?”

“Kill it,” Captain Rosenthal answered sharply.  “And then quickly catch up with us.  I’ll be taking the rest of the company north to Rivertree.  We’ll resupply, reinforce, and check in with the command post there.  I intend to join Colonel Farnsworth’s brigade in the retaking of the Denbury mines.”

Even the thought of leading three soldiers barely old enough to shave against an actual demon was somehow less aggravating than this.

“A noble cause, sir,” Knox growled, “especially since I’ve heard that Colonel Farnsworth has promised ten years of profit sharing from those mines to all officers involved in the operation.”

Rosenthal flushed as red as his tunic.  “Where did you hear that?”

It must be true, then, Knox thought.  Gizzard had overheard the conversation while on watch last night.  “Amazing the benefits that war provides a privileged few, wouldn’t you agree, sir?  Lucky for some that wars exist at all.”

“I can assure you,” Kane said, “that the mines’ value in this war effort far outweighs any personal gain to be had.  And the scriptures teach us: ‘The only reward of value is the blessing of the One God.  It is as grain to the starving and breath to the drowning.  It takes no strength to bear yet outweighs even a hundred bricks of gold.’”

“Reminds me of something I’ve heard, Chaplain,” Knox said.  “‘The desire for wealth is as a rat burrowed deep in the hearts of men: the more it feeds, the larger it becomes and the greater its hunger.’”

Kane arched his eyebrows.  “Impressive, sergeant.  Not a scripture I’m familiar with.  Are you a learned man?”

“No, but Moss was.  Of course he’s dead now.  Too bad he couldn’t stick around long enough to fight for your hundred bricks of gold.”

“Enough!” Rosenthal huffed.  “Just do your job, Sergeant, and bring my men promptly back to me.  You are not to dawdle.  Dismissed!”



Free Halloween Horror Story

Just a reminder: my short-short story Mime is always available for free!  That includes now, during the spookiest time of the year.

Crime-noir meets ghost-horror in this flash fiction story.

Mobster thugs Pauli and Mouse come across a street clown late at night who seems to know more than he’s telling.  Maybe too much.

But you know the best thing about killing a mime?  No one hears him scream.

Then again, by the time this story is over, it won’t be him screaming.

This flash fiction story is also featured in Eating in the Underworld.

Find it FREE on: Amazon, B&N, iBooks, Kobo, Smashwords, & more.

You can also revisit my rather Halloween flavored story Moondance at, an e-zine of modern pulp fiction and it’s always free to read.

Also now free, but not necessarily Halloweenie, is The Quest, a fantasy novel that also happens to be part one of the Tarnish Trilogy.

Praised for its unique storytelling, engaging detail, and heart-felt characters, Tarnish stands alone in the annals of fantasy fiction.

Everyone knows the stories of the Colors Three.  That trio of adventurers who traveled the breadth of these realms in the post-war years, stalking the traitorous Crescent Moons and bringing justice to those downtrodden left in the Dread Duke’s wake.

Tavern masters have been spinning those tales for ten years.  Ian the Black and Trevor the Red are ten years older.  More so, for the warrior’s life is a hard one.  And Gregor the Golden?  Most likely dead along a mountain pass, in search of more glory than any mortal man needs.

Who, then, will defend Redfield when evil rises from the Blood Marsh?

Billy Cole is the sixteen-springs-old son of Ian the Black.  Maybe older.  Being the heir of a legend is a heavy burden to bear.  And though “Billy Strong Back” is used to hard labor, it takes more than strength to become a man.  And more than a sword to become a hero.

You can find it here (the audiobook, btw, is not free): Amazon, AudibleB&N, iBooks, KoboSmashwords, & more.