Thursday, September 20, 2018

Knights of the Dead God

My next book is releasing September 30. Knights of the Dead God is a spin-off/sort-of sequel to my first novel Jack Bloodfist: Fixer and is available for pre-order right now. 

If you've read Fixer you might have a good idea of what to expect, but you might be surprised.  I'm really fond of this little book and really hope others enjoy it as much as I do.

Here's the synopsis:

The half-orc girl, Mikaia Goretusk, has been torn from her home. Her world. Her family. Her only allies are the holy knight, Arthur Shield, once sworn to kill everyone she has ever cared for, and the witch, Hazel Midd.
Arthur struggles with the guilt of being unable to save his god. Hazel seeks desperately for something taken from her. They distrust each other but both are compelled to protect the young girl.
To return her home they must battle angry mobs, hags, and dark wizards. They will seek the aid of the Knights of Saban. The very god that ordered the extermination of her family. But Saban is dead and not all is as it should be in his temple. The knights have enlisted the use of dark magics to rekindle the fear that was once theirs by right.
Mikaia’s road home will be a long one. Will her first step in that journey be the last?

Keep reading for a small scene from the first chapter of the book. If you like what you read, maybe consider pre-ordering? Or at least telling a friend about it.

Arthur Shield doesn’t draw his sword. Just waits. Waits as the armed intruders charge him, their own weapons ready to kill.

The first to reach him swings a spike tipped club, one made by no professional craftsman. By the time the club’s overhead arc reaches its target the old man is not there. He has stepped, gracelessly, aside to allow the weapon free passage through the air.

Arthur grabs the back of the man’s head with one hand and drives it forward into his elbow. There is the crack of breaking cartilage and the sudden coppery scent of blood.

As the man stumbles from his injury the old warrior twists a hand in the man’s shirt and jerks him to the side. The man stumbles into one of his comrades, the second attacker’s own notched sword being pulled back just in time. The two tangle and, with just a little help from Shield, they are both on the ground.

Arthur walks past them, sparing enough energy to casually kick the second man in the throat. The sound of angry cries replaced with rasping, choked breaths.

The first man tries to rise, blood from his nose absorbing into the sawdust of the inn floor. He is pushed back to the ground by the body of another of his friends, the woman wailing and grasping at an arm that is bent at an unnatural angle.

Shield dodges more attacks, more cheaply made weapons swung by inexperienced arms. He catches a hand holding a rusty dagger and punches into the wielder’s arm. The weapon is dropped. Arthur catches it with his free hand and drives the point into the attacker’s shoulder before sweeping their feet out from under them.

He is in the midst of them now. Completely surrounded with seemingly no way to move or dodge. But he finds ways. He is an old man. An old man that has spent a lifetime avoiding death. He ducks and dodges, sidesteps and strafes. He catches arms and throws his opponents into each other. He takes advantage of their confidence and inexperience.

As he ducks under a swung staff he scoops a dented pewter mug from a table. The weak foam of heavily watered beer explodes up and out as the mug crumples against the side of a head.

He kicks out a foot with just the right pressure and another pained scream joins the chorus as a kneecap breaks.

He continues this way. Picking up dinnerware or chairs or disarming. Using his hands and feet he breaks noses and arms and legs.

Before very long at all, he stands at the doorway before the elf, Lara, a trail of groaning or crying men and women behind him.

“Now,” he addresses the elf as she stares, eyes wide in shock, “was there something you wished to discuss, madam elf?”

Her lips peel back in a snarl and she is on him, using fists and teeth she attacks. With a feral leap she wraps her legs around his torso and begins to swing.

He manages to get his arms up but her attacks reopen not-yet-healed wounds and blood again soaks into his clothing.

He grimaces and lets out a pained yelp as her teeth dig into the flesh of one hand.

He throws his arms and returns her embrace. With a grunt, he squeezes.

She gasps at the sudden pressure and loosens her own grip on him. He grabs her sides and pushes. Fabric tears as she grasps his shirtsleeves.

Then his forehead finds her nose and her head rocks back. With eyes watering and blood pouring from her destroyed nose she completely loses her grip.

He throws her to the ground.

“Fine. No talk.” He guides a heavy boot into the side of her head and she stops moving.

He studies the blood pouring freely down his arm with a small level of distaste before looking up at the gathered crowd.

“Someone, call your village healer. That one, at least, really needs help.” He points to a man, red faced, struggling to breath.

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

First Fixer

First Fixer is officially up for pre-order! The book will be released on July 31st.

Garack Bloodfist is an orc. A former bandit, warrior, monster hunter. His name is legend in the country of his birth. You can call him Gary.
In the year since they were forced to relocate to Summervale, Virginia Gary has made it his mission to help his extended family of orcs and goblins assimilate into American society.
When he learns of a job opportunity with a construction company Gary wastes no time in securing the positions for some of his fellow orcs. But he soon learns that there were only openings because something had happened to the old crew.
He finds the cause of the crews disappearance when some of them show up, changed, with eyes that turn red and teeth that are a little too sharp.
Gary takes it upon himself to fix the problem, because if he doesn’t who will? He is particularly suited to solving the problem. He does have some experience with stakes and fire after all.
First Fixer is a prequel novella to Jack Bloodfist: Fixer, and the first story to star Gary Bloodfist, Summervale’s first orc fixer.

Thursday, June 8, 2017


I feel like every one of my blog posts lately have been announcements of some kind. Not that I'm complaining. I like announcing things, I just hope you guys don't hate reading them... I'll try to post something that's not an announcement in the near future. But, if you're interested in reading something that's not me telling you about a new development of some kind, well, maybe check out my Patreon? I've currently got a post for every tier, with a packed schedule of awesomeness. Lore posts, sneak peeks, downloads, all the good stuff. Even polls so you can help determine what I work on next.

That's a good segue to the announcement itself:

Starting on June 20th I will be writing full time.

There are a lot of things that factored into this decision, but the primary one being this is the only thing I've ever wanted to do with my life and it's about damn time I actually start treating that dream with the respect and time it deserves.

So that's what I'm doing.

Being able to work on my writing full time means I should be able to release more, quicker, while still being able to put in the necessary time to keep, and hopefully raise, the quality of the work.

Now, of course, I wouldn't be able to do this if it weren't for the support of the readers. So, those of you that have purchased my books: Thank you. You have no idea how much your support means to me. And I hope I can count on you to continue to support me as I release more writing into the wild.

That's all I have for you as far as text goes, so here, have a picture of my weirdo dog:

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

So Many Things!

It's been a minute, guys. Sorry for the absence, those of you that actually care. I've been busy with writing all those books and things you all love so much, and as a result have sort of pushed everything else very much into the background, and that includes any posting here.

But now I have news! Several pieces of news, in fact, so I'm going to share those with all of you. 

First, an update on the writing front. I am about halfway through the first draft of Son of Thunder's sequel(Working title is Lightning's Chosen) I'm very happy with where the book's going, and initial feedback from early readers is positive.

Interested in maybe reading some of that goodness early? Well, I have some news that might interest you a little later in this post.

Next up: SPFBO! Don't know what that is? That's okay, I'm gonna tell you.

As that banner states, it's The Self-Published Fantasy Blog-Off. The blog-off, as that banner suggests, involves 300 fantasy novels and 10 book review blogs. Each blog gets 30 books. In the first round 290 books will be eliminated from the competition. Each blogger gets to pick one from their batch of 30 to send to the finals. Then the other 9 blogs read that finalist and all ten books are reviewed by all ten blogs. The book with the highest overall score is deemed the winner. What does the winner get you ask? Well, beyond prestige and the chance to be reviewed by 10 bloggers(Which is actually a huge deal) they get this

I was lucky enough to get both Fixer and Son of Thunder into the competition this year.  I have absolutely no expectation of winning. I am up against some damn good writers. I strongly encourage everyone to check out the awesome lineup of books and blogs. Maybe add some to your own to be read piles?

I'm stoked to see what happens this year, and regardless of how quickly I'm knocked out of the running, I'm excited to follow along and read my share of the other entries. A lot of them are already sitting on my kindle and waiting for me when I have time, and I have a feeling a lot more of them might be added here pretty soon.

What I'm really trying to say here is: Maybe buy some books? You'd make someone's day. Trust me.

I have one more announcement. This one feels kinda weird to talk about, but I'm just gonna lay it all out there for you guys. You may have noticed a new addition to the site. That little button on the right there that says, "Become a patron?" Well, if you know what that means, you know that I have a Patreon page now.

For those that might not know what that means: Patreon is a way for creators to receive support from their fans. Said fans have the option of pledging to pay x-dollars every month as a way of helping out the creator. It's a way for creators to gain that much more financial stability doing what they love. For me it means the chance of spending more time writing instead of whatever it is I'm supposed to do at work everyday.

Of course, this support doesn't come without rewards. In fact, if you didn't get something for your patronage, there'd be no point, right? For $1 a month you get early access to any blog posts for this site, as well as Patreon exclusive posts. I've posted the first one already. It's a detailed post about the different mages that exist in the world of Son of Thunder. At the $5 tier you get early access to my current projects. That means full chapters and scenes from whatever project I am currently working on. And, if you're feeling really generous, the $25 tier gets everything from the other two, plus free ebooks every time I release something new, and the ability to vote on what my next project should be.

Now, of course, I'm not going to be offended if you can't support me. I don't want anyone to think I'm begging. If you've bought my book and told your friends, you've done the most amazing thing anyone can do for a writer. Only thing better would be leaving a review.(hint hint)

But if you want to join me on this crazy journey, if you want to help me live that dream, or even if you just want early access to cool stuff, I would be eternally grateful. I will even name a child after you. Not mine, that would be weird, but some kid somewhere. Probably a fictional one... That's a nice gesture, right?

Friday, April 28, 2017

Weekly Recommendation - Short Fiction

I've decided to do something new. Once a week, instead of trying to convince you to buy my book, I'm going to recommend someone else's book. Or books. I might settle on a theme for the week and throw a bunch at you, like I'm going to do this time. Hell, I might even go as far as actually reviewing the books I'm recommending beyond just saying, "It's really good, guys." But I'll probably still say that a lot.

This week I decided I'd focus on some short fiction. I have two short stories and a short story/poetry collection. All reads that you can likely finish in under an hour each. Two from writers I know, and really think you might like as well, and one I only recently discovered, but who might be a little better known.

Let's begin, shall we?

First up is a little piece anyone that knows me might be familiar with already:

Demon: The Dark House

I have to start this recommendation by pointing out that I know the author of this one. He's an old friend, and one of my most trusted beta-readers. So I'm biased and I know it. Doesn't mean I don't actually love this story. Because I do love this story. Not only for what it is, but for what it's going to be. This story, on the surface, at least, is a simple action piece. A man hunting a pair of demons through a dark house using a sword forged from his own soul. For every demon he kills, his sword grows darker, and the voices of those he's killed torment him, slowly pushing him closer to insanity.
I talk to Mayne on a regular basis, and I always enjoy turning the conversation to the follow up story he's currently working on. If it even comes close to matching my expectations, we're all in for a treat.

Next on this week's list:


Again, I have to give a disclaimer. I also know Austin James. I know, I know, I must really be a big deal. Well, I appreciate you all thinking that. But I only know him because of this collection of stories and poems, so you don't have to accuse me of being totally biased. I helped with some of the ebook formatting and I got to write an awesome blurb you can read on the book's amazon page: 
"The stories and poems in this collection all have an edge. The kind that can cut. All previously published, these are Austin James’s regurgitations. Reflections on human emotion and experience. Stories about the failings of love and the sharp, twisting knife of loss. Poetry that reveals the tragedy that is winter, the painting that is the rearview mirror, and the feeling in the stomach that only the right nutmeg blonde can produce. In this collection are two short stories and three poems, each ready to impart something, maybe wisdom, to the reader."
And I meant every word. While not what anyone would call genre fiction, which is my usual wheel house, I would still heartily recommend this short collection to anybody. I've been lucky enough to read a few more of James's stories, and the guy knows what he's doing. Do yourself a favor and drop the $0.99 for this quick read.

And finally:

The Litany of Earth

The Litany of Earth by Ruthanna Emrys is a short story, or Novelette if you want to get fancy, inspired by the Lovecraft mythos. The narrator, Aphra, is one of the last surviving residents of Innsmouth(yes that Innsmouth) trying to start her life over after everything was taken from her.
Anyone familiar with the Lovecraft's stories will know what I mean when I say she has the "Innsmouth look," and I have to say, I loved the fact that the protagonist is a character that in almost any other story inspired by Lovecraft likely would have been cast as the villain.
I mean, she worships Cthulhu. You know, Cthulhu? Yeah, you know him. But the whole time I read this story I just sympathized with her. I almost understood why someone would want to worship a massive winged-squid-faced-monster-of-madness. I won't say too much about the story, other than to tell you that you can read it for free on I recommend it. 
I really enjoyed this story, and upon completion was super excited with the news that there is a full length novel just released starring Aphra. Winter Tide. In fact, apparently, there's a whole series planned. Winter Tide has moved up on my reading list pretty fast, and it's likely going to be one of the next books I read. Fingers crossed that I like it as much as Litany.

Alright, everybody, those are my recommendations this week. Read them. Or don't. I'm not the boss of you. I just thought you might enjoy them. 

Have your own recommendations? Got a short story(or novel, or tv show, I'm not going to regulate this) you love more than life itself? Please share.