Introduction

Genre: High Fantasy Word Count: 3700 Words

Banished and betrayed by his homeland, the Exile searches for redemption in the wreckage of a world he failed to save.

The Exile was first published in December 2024. This story is set in the world of Crystal Empire.

The Exile

Turquoise, Reign of the Second 994th God Emperor

The gentle rocking of the little wooden rowboat in the lake along with the soft splashing of oars in the water that evening was almost relaxing. It had been two months since escaping the Labyrinth, and tonight was normally the night of the Turning. Nobody was quite sure what to expect this evening, and Mal was just as ignorant as everyone else on this side of the Wall. He rested in between the boat’s first two benches, back against the hull, watching the stars and listening to the lapping of the water. Once, he would have gleefully dozed off in a boat like this, but sleep did not come easy lately.

Introduction

Genre: High Fantasy Word Count: 4000 Words

For your reading pleasure is an early look into an early chapter of The Crystal Empire, my upcoming epic fantasy project. It is a rought draft, and things will likely change between this and the published version.

This chapter is the first from the perspective of our heroine, Demara, and serves as an introduction to world beyond the Wall, a wild edge of the world known as the Fringe.

Introduction

Genre: High Fantasy Word Count: 2100 Words

For your reading pleasure is an early look into an early chapter of The Crystal Empire, my upcoming epic fantasy project. It is a rought draft, and things will likely change between this and the published version.

This chapter server as the prologue, and centers around Tulian, God Emperor of all creation as he dies before he is supposed to.

River Song has left the Library. River Song has been saved.

Read Doctor Who: The Only Water in the Forest Now

Doctor Who: The Only Water In the Forest is available to read on ArchiveOfOurOwn.org

About This Story

It’s a new Doctor, a new River, and no spoilers.

This 2017-era Doctor Who fanfiction is set post-canon of the main Doctor Who TV show. At the time, I had sort of envisioned this as how I might pilot a season of the show with River Song as a companion, and exploring the kind of stories that could be told with a regenerating Time Lord companion who is NOT rooted in 21st century Earth.

Introduction

For your reading pleasure is a look into an early chapter of Spring of Black Flowers.

Chapter 1

The sun had risen well above the horizon by the time the meltwater stream they followed was joined by another, pooling deep enough to splash above their ankles. The white lion of Aldrimar stretched itself across the Henric’s back, his black cloak wrapped tight around him against the morning chill. “How much further?” He muttered to himself. His uncles had woken him well before dawn, and they’d been walking since.

To the west, at the edges of the known world, lies Erazel, the Sunset Kingdom. A lone beacon of civilization in the wild barbarian lands of a once great empire, though many fear the kingdom’s time has come. The royal line of Chalent has extinguished itself in a blood feud with one of their former vassals turned royal rivals, House Aldrimar, who themselves are on the verge of falling apart.

Introduction

Genre: Space Opera Word Count: 2000 Words

Far away, at the edge of space and the end of time is the world of Rhial, one of the last vestiges of terrestrial life anywhere in the dark, star-less universe. It is a cold, harsh world, where person’s worth is measured in heat. While the world’s leaders know full well they live on borrowed time as the universe spins down, and are determined to eek out what living they can until then, many of traders and explorers who wander the ice insist the stars will return.

Introduction

Genre: Urban Fantasy Word Count: 2400 Words

It’s a cold night on the hard, unforgiving streets of Terinu, and nobody seems to realize it’s a holy day.

Harbor Justice was first written in December 2014.

Harbor Justice

Dit could see the wisps of his breath in the white glow of the Harbor Bridge’s glyphlamps. Mother had probably let the boys build too big a fire while she set out preparations at home. Hopefully the house still stood. Maybe one day he could get one of those glyphstoves like Varino’s had, then he wouldn’t have to worry so much when he was gone. He took a deep breath, and sighed while looking down the canal to the black harbor beyond. If he buttoned up his worn brown coat, he could enjoy the quiet a few moments longer.