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The Shadow | A Crystal Empire Short
And before you ask ‘why’, it’s because you have kept us weak Danen. Starved us. If you won’t take care of us, I must.
Set hundreds of years before the events of The Crystal Empire, witness a dark truth buried under a millenium of secrets.
The full version of The Shadow is available on Patreon
Danen opened his eyes to a splitting pain in his head and blinked blearily through tears in the bright morning sun. That was a bad sign for how his day was going to go. Rolling himself up out of the puddle of sewage and rainwater he’d made laying his tired, emaciated bones down to rest last night, he realized he recognized the alley, and even remembered choosing it last night because he could stop at Rose’s for a drink when he woke. Silver linings there.
Weekly Update: March 19, 2025
Between a busy day job and some sick toddlers, finding the time to write’s been harder the past few weeks. Luckily, the words are flowing in the time I’ve been able to carve out.
Crystal Empire (Epic Fantasy Trilogy) Writing has been progressing really well on Crystal Empire’s second book, Imperial Heart. This sequence has been one of the most difficult to get right, having been through three iterations already, and I think everyone’s really going to enjoy this sequence in the final book. I’ll just say this: Demara and Kinro have never faced this kind of danger while Mal was around to look out for them.
Date on Denzore
Or; My Dinner with a Space Princess
The full version of Date on Denzore is available on Patreon
It was the summer in Denzore City, and that meant heat, humidity, and storms. Tarik sat at a small table below the awning of Prrpa’s cafe on the fifth floor of 1027th street. He sipped his black Srassen tea that tasted like a forest breeze and enjoyed the sounds of the acid rain crashing against the maze of multi-leveled city streets, washing them clean of the dirt and debris that built up from so many people living atop one another. Poor souls rushed by in the rain, wrapped in thin plastic waterproofs that reduced all intelligent life in the galaxy down to one of four sizes, quickened by the occasional strike of lightning. Tarik hoped the squall would end before he had to join them in seven and a half minutes to catch his train.
Limbo
Been quiet here lately.
Not for lack of love, life just got busy in the New Year. Lot’s of changes happening professionally that have, unfortunately, slowed down progress on some of my writing projects. Mostly good things, but change is often painful while its happening.
I’ve recently been submitting short stories to literary magazines again. I’ll be incredibly excited to share the news of any success if or when that finally happens. There are a few other things in the works, hopefully some good fiction for y’all to enjoy soon!
Pathways of Constellara Teaser
Hello out there my weary Way-walkers!
If this message has made it to your eyes, ears, tongue or any other sensuous sensory input that tickles your brainstem, find yourself some place to settle in a little while, we’ve got good things coming your way. Thank you for tuning in Constellara, you’re here with Pathwadio.
Come with us for a stroll through the university gardens of Astrent to set the mood. Then we’ll head on over to Ginvaris for dinner at Zarani’s, the sauteed bo-ash nuts are out of that world. Next we dance with the train across Bera. We’ll hit a DUFC-ees on our way out to the edge, try not to lose your head. And don’t worry, before the night is through we’ll catch ourselves a ride back to Astrent with a Star Sage.
Episode I: The Starchasers and the Santum of Ktheron
WARNING: Hostile meteorlogical conditions detected. Recommend exiting atomosphere until storm-
The Starchasers are a down-on-their luck, rag tag group of alien misfits just trying to make it in this crazy galaxy they call home. Led by Captain Goose, they’re sassy, they’re scrappy, and they’re broke.
The full text of Starchasers and the Sactum of Ktheron is available on the Constellara website.
The gas giant Tasiliset VII should have loomed in the sky of its sixth moon, but the air was thick with yellow dust and ash, shrouding them in twilight. The Bronco bucked at an errant gust from the roiling, whirling storm, and Captain Goose tightened his grip on the bridge console. The indicators that read “engine” flashed red for a moment before returning to their dead gray. He decided to count that as a victory, nothing else about this landing was going right.