Author of stories featuring fuzzy women, action, and romance. Since 2023, I've written two fantasy novels, and a parody anthology.
My first novel, Abandoned, is available on AO3 (or ebook and print on Amazon). My ongoing novel, "Paper Wings", is available on AO3 and soon to be in print/ebook.
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Chapter 26 of my latest novel, Paper Wings is now available on my AO3. Lynn and Ben face off against McNamara, their local corrupt police officer, in a violent, climactic showdown.
Read it here
We're nearing the end, only three chapters left to go.
If you're a new reader, start here and come check out this story about a nerd getting into trouble with a punk rat and wreaking havoc in his town!
Chapter 26 of my latest novel, Paper Wings is now available on my AO3. Lynn and Ben face off against McNamara, their local corrupt police officer, in a violent, climactic showdown.
Read it here
We're nearing the end, only three chapters left to go.
If you're a new reader, start here and come check out this story about a nerd getting into trouble with a punk rat and wreaking havoc in his town!
Isaac and Zaria enjoy a moments peace with one another.
A huge thank you to SongThrush on FA/Twitter for this illustration.
Excerpt of Abandoned Chapter 9, Unrealized, below the cut.
They lay in silence again. Isaac tried to calculate the dimensions of each of the giant ribs. A single one couldâve walled a village. He tried to imagine what was causing the cartilage to glow as it was. He wanted to climb up to the top of the body cavity and walk along the ribs and gaze down at the necropolis and see it as no one had seen it before.
âHey,â he said. âWhatâre you going to do with your half of the treasure?â
âAinât you worried Iâll stab you for it?â
âI just assumed the stabbing would be for some other reason.â
âWise of you.â There was a pause. âIâm gonna learn to read.â
He glanced over at her. âReally?â
âFirst thing on the docket, once Iâm outta the waste.â
âAny reason why?â
She blew a raspberry. âOh, none at all. Proud of my ignorance, really. I love having to ask direction while standing next to a sign. Warms my heart when Iâm cheated for not reading a contract.â Her face was held in profile, staring up at the cartilage light. âMy father always promised thatâs what heâd do for me, the second he was able. Every time I handed him a bag of coin, heâd go off about me attending some academy in the upper districts so I wouldnât have to pinch off the streets. Make something better of myself. Always wondered what mightâve happened, if things had been different. Who I couldâve been.â
âAre you doing it for him?â
âIn some way, sure. Not all of it. Itâs likeââ She waved a hand in the air. âItâs like you said, actually. I donât know what I donât know. My ignorance is such that I donât even have a true notion of it. Right? Thatâs what you said?â
âMore or less.â
âHow can I be better if I donât know better? How can I be something other than a pirate if I donât have no other talents? My lack of letters has restricted me my whole life. Even now, itâs a struggle to fix my words to my feelings âcause I donât have the words themselves.â She paused. âYou tell me, Isaac. Is there a word for something . . . not becoming? Something that never got the chance to exist?â
âUnrealized,â Isaac said.
âCould you . . . write that down for me?â
He ripped off part of his bandages, grabbed some charcoal from his pack, wrote the word as legibly as he could, and handed it to her. She looked down at the torn bandage, blinking.
âThatâs it, then,â she said. âI want to learn my letters because I donât want to be âunrealizedâ. I want to have potential. I want to steer the course of my life clear as I can. I want the tools to figure out what I want in the first place. You get my meaning?â
âYes,â he said. âI know exactly what you mean. I feel the same way.â
âNever wanted to be a pirate, myself. Did you want to be a mage?â
âI wasnât given the choice.â
âAnd you never understood what you were missing, did you?â
âNot really, no.â
âDo you know better now?â
âMaybe. Iâm starting to think I wonât ever know enough.â
âWill that stop you from trying to change?â
âNo,â Isaac said. âIt wonât.â
âI think weâre kindred souls, then.â
He didnât answer. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her stare at the bandage again, trying to mouth out the syllables to the word, connecting sound to letters. After a minute, she folded the bandage and tucked it into a pocket at her waist.
Read the rest here,
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I wanted to show case some of the lovely fan art I've received for my works. It's humbling people enjoy my writing so much. I only regret that I can't say who made these illustrations, as both were submitted anonymously.
On the chance the artists in question see this, thank you!
To any new readers, Paper Wings is available for free on AO3
Sometimes all you need is for someone to hold you close.
A huge thank you to @doc-art for illustrating this scene. See 9 additional sketches by him in the print and eBook version of Abandoned.
Chapter excerpt included under the cut.
She settled her head against his chest. As the conversation drifted away, he became aware of the thicker tufts of fur brushing against his stomach. Her legs mingled with his own. With his eyes, he traced the mohawk running down her neck and upper back, noting the difference in texture with the surrounding fur.
He wanted to stroke it.
His fingers curled on the rough stone, daring to lift.
He thought of her rejecting his touch. He thought of her shoving him off. He thought of her standing up, moving away, and never looking at him again.
But he wanted to, and he dared to try. He settled his hands on her upper backâwith one, he stroked through the long hairs on her neck, and with the other, he scratched around the fading wounds on her upper back, through the divots and trenches of muscle. Her response was a quiet note of surprise. She shifted herself, leaning into his touch. He kept his efforts gentle enough that they might aid her in sleep.
After a moment, she gave a long, blowing sigh, as if it was the first time she had relaxed in quite a long time.
âIsaac?â
âHm?â
âIâm glad it was you that blew up my ship.â
There was a pause.
âI couldâve met a worse pirate,â he said.
Her breathing slowed and lengthened. He never stopped scratching. Eventually, she began to snore.
