Aldric stripped down until he was naked before the shower. He turned his head to look at the mirror and appreciated his appearance. If not for all of the blood he could have appeared on any health magazine. The lower gravity of the moon made movement fare less stressful on the body, and there were plenty of people who took advantage of that and let themselves devolve into soft, squishy people, as featureless as they were boring. “Evan is one … Continue reading →
“A vampire, a fairy and a ghost all climb into an ambulance…” If life is a funny thing, death has a wicked sense of humor. President Miranda Hutchinson orchestrated the dissolution of the magical colony of Rezarta following its attempted secession, and three years after her death, no one has any idea that a ghost remains. Journalist Scanlon Ness exposed the relationship between vampires and organized crime, but he can’t protect himself from joining the ranks of the thirsty dead. … Continue reading →
He stumbled into his bathroom and stared at the mirror. He looked like hell with his bloodshot eyes, the spattered blood covering his face and hands, and the caked and matted hair plastered to his skull. Thankfully, he managed to get his shirt off as soon as he got to his room. It was a wretched stinking mess of blood and viscera. He did not want to see it in the mirror any more than he wanted to spell the … Continue reading →
Aldric was a man of strong passions. Milquetoast men did not accumulate wealth and power. If there was a hallmark to Aldric’s leadership style, it was that he was an efficient planner with a keen eye for the moment to act. His negotiations often turned on some key change in the economy or the opinions of the masses. The fact that he was the puppeteer hiding in the shadow, pulling the strings of people and governments alike, was known by … Continue reading →
Pulling his hands away, Aldric looked at them and sneered at the blood that still covered them. He was no Lady MacBeth, railing against the guilt that plagued him, but he was a murderer. As the head of the largest lunar corporation he was responsible for the death of thousands, but there were usually hundreds of people between him and whatever unfortunate soul got in his way. The interview room was clean, the video erased and the bodies disposed of … Continue reading →
Shift by Madison Dunn. $8.99 from Smashwords.com I'm not sure why it happens, but when I focus just right, I can slow time. Things around me become lighter somehow, and I almost feel the tiny particles of energy spinning inside of them. The thing is, having the ability to transform the world around you isn't all it's cracked up to be -- especially when you are running from the Valencia without any deodorant.