‘At last, I have done it!’ The mage spread their hands and cackled at the night sky. ‘I have swept aside the veil of unlife and created a minion capable…
The shovel hit the dirt with a metallic ting. ‘We’ve got something!’ said the archaeologist. Her companion flexed their hands. ‘Give me a moment.’ They spoke distorted words and plunged…
The tour group moved on. He glanced around as the display room emptied. When he was certain that it was just him and a lit case of bones, he took…
In support of the kickstarter for BOOKS & BONE, I did a fun little mock self-help guide to befriending a necromancer. 10 Ways to Befriend a Necromancer Or How to…
Another microfiction for Mastodon. — She pricked her finger on the crooked needle and let the blood drip and swirl into the bowl below. It clouded pink, then cleared. She…
A microfiction written for Mastodon. — She walked down the road, trailed by shambling, limping things. A badger with its face bared to one side. A housecat with crushed paws….
MENTAL IMAGE She opened her eyes. The people who had joined her were now an assortment of creatures, fae, werewolves and catfolk, smiling at her from the blank white space…
I make a podcast/audiobook series called Soul Jar! It follows Gretel Gravetalker, a young necromancer seeking immortality and revenge. It’s free to listen to and full of heartache, hope, and…
A collection of microfiction written for Mastodon. REALLY THERE Every night, woken by half-remembered dreams of cracked bones and dripping saliva, she saw the eyes. Two burning pinpricks within…
Another microfiction from Mastodon. There’s something wonderful about how fleeting and restricted it is as a medium. Concentrated, maybe. ‘Why do you hate the stars?’ she whispered. ‘They are each…