My Books

Paid books:

Sword of the Outsider: Just under 70k words of adult fantasy. A mystic of woven shadows meets a demon, a godsworn warrior, and the other members of a less-than-friendly adventurers’ band. More info here:

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Free books:

Demon Queen of the Deep Ways: A long-form, queer, weird fiction novel, the direct sequel to Sword of the Outsider, and the thematic conclusion to the Inheritrix continuity which began with SotO. 133k words about the struggles, traumas, and growth of the demon who would become Lady of Machrae Diir, as well as the stories of myriad demons and other beings who come to her dimension: some just for a day, some to find a forever home. Features a foreword with a few small explanations about this book’s peculiarities.

This is the last free book I’ll ever release, and it’s sending that era out on a high note, so I really hope you all enjoy it!

The Way to Kandge-Brad: just under 60k words of futuristic, alternate-world weird fiction set on Creation’s Fringe. A heartbroken exile of the otter-like Novgori people traverses a blizzard and arrives by accident–or so it seems–at the eldritch fortress of Kandge-Brad, the Mortuary Citadel. There the Cobalt Immortals, psionic soldiers of mythic proportion, will push the outcast’s psyche to strange, forbidden, and life-saving revelations.
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Urhexen: 42k words of contemporary fantasy. A lonely witch joins her college’s on-campus coven for the first time during a study-abroad trip to Germany’s Westhavelland Nature Park. She hopes to make a good impression and win the acceptance of her new sisters. But as it turns out, the question of just what a witch is supposed to do, and what her magic does or doesn’t give her the right to claim, will open thresholds few of them are prepared to cross…
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The Necromancer’s Vengeance Duology

To date, my two longest and most-developed prose works: the tale of a necromancer with a kind heart but terrible traumas, and the small band of friends and loved ones she gathers around her. It’s possible one or two of you might remember back when these were self-published through Smashwords and Amazon. All the problems I pulled them for are still there. Attachments and links are at the bottom of these paragraphs, so you can skip if you want.

These are still good stories overall, with a lot of heart, and some of the things that would be flaws under my intentions at the time–to write morally-unassailable stories, which I now consider ludicrous as well as pointless–are now precious to me. These are stories of aggressively messy, imperfect people who sometimes make bad decisions due to their trauma and their warped ideas of what “good” is.

I’d actually forgotten that Reaping Spear is the first time I used the phrase “outer demon.” Kind of a key breakthrough for me, you know?

But as much as there are many moments of beauty, genuinely excellent fantasy worldbuilding, and love, and just the most wonderfully indulgent sex scenes, Reaping Spear has flaws that make it impossible to recommend in good faith, which of course means Revenant gets dragged down with it. You can clearly see an author scrambling to write a culturally-rich, diverse epic fantasy series on an insanely short timescale while also dealing with many years of unsorted baggage about whiteness and white-written fantasy’s well-earned reputation for casual racism, and frequently failing to separate the needs of her internal growth from the demands of storytelling.

This one won’t go into details, but in retrospect the sheer level of inherited white guilt on display during the first act climax of Reaping Spear makes her want to recede into her own spinal column and hide there until the stars die. If you do read it, please hurry up and take Kairliina to task for it, because the fear of backlash has long since become more painful than any amount of backlash could possibly be.

I’ve modified Reaping Spear’s ending just a little by adding a couple of new paragraphs to the end of the second-to-last chapter. With this one change, Reaping Spear now becomes an effective end to the duology. And the funny thing is… for these books, I think I like it better that way.

I hope I get the chance to write the refined, conceptually-matured version of this series one day–series title, Canted Bastions Where All Suns Die. But it’s very likely that won’t happen, so flawed and problematic as they are, these books will probably be the only version of this one’s demonic coming-out and coming-of-age that she ever writes.

So… that’s enough of that. Here’s the attachment and the Google .docs link for The Necromancer and the Revenant: Resurrected Edition. 232,393 words of adult epic fantasy with a few scenes of overt erotica.

And here’s the attachment for The Necromancer and the Reaping Spear. 489,154 words (yes, seriously. Imagine what I could’ve achieved if I ever got a big break!) Epic fantasy with a lot more erotica doing all sorts of fun kinky things (also, more girl on girl/boy on boy/non-binary stuff). Reaping Spear is, in fact, too powerful for Google docs (no, really, it keeps giving me errors) so if anybody wants to try splitting it in half to make it fit across two separate Google docs, you have my permission to do so.

As with Urhexen, you have my blessing to redistribute both of these books as much as you want, to whomever you want. That said, do not sell them, nor remove my name, my forewords, or my copyright. These ones are deeply precious. Their utter failure, no matter how inevitable it was, still deeply wounded my soul–wounds I’m only just recovering from as I write this. Probably too late for that to matter.

I hope, flawed as they are, these stories can be a companion to someone. A source, maybe, of just a little hope as the world that gave them birth falls further and further apart.