The Pulver Chronicles – 6. I’m In The Band


Jackson was led inside the Hazy Narrian. They entered a small lobby, with no furniture or decoration. There was a door opposite the entry, through which Jackson could hear muffled voices, coughing, and a slow tune played on a chord instrument. The Lizardman working the reception desk recognized the Goblin, and gave him a silent…

The Pulver Chronicles – 1. A Simple Kind Of Man


Jackson Pullver is a young soldier in the US Army. One day, as he and his squad are sent on a field exercise, they make a strange discovery.

The Lost Girls


Prologue Night, when the world was at rest. A small sliver of light cut through the darkness of the room, landing on an ornate box. Its lid rising, revealing small figures, jerkily moving as the music box’s melancholy tune played. It was old, but lovingly cared for. Beyond the light were vague suggestions of shapes…

In From the Cold – Ch. 3


“Are they here to take me to the airport?” she whispered.

We hadn’t turned the cabin’s lights on.  I stood at the window facing the driveway and brushed the curtain aside, carefully.  “Not in that jeep, they aren’t.”  My neck stiffened as the vehicle’s interior lights flicked on.  “And not with those guns.”

Madiyan hissed something rapid and nasty.

“I don’t know what you said but I agree with you.  Come with me.”  I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the kitchen.

An original tale set in Okayado’s Monster Musume world.

An unquiet night and unwelcome visitors. Mark makes a decision with lethal consequences. Conclusion to “In From the Cold.”

In From the Cold – Ch. 2


“What is this place, anyway?”

“The campsite, you mean?” I sat on a stump, stretching my back. “Used to be a ‘wilderness retreat’, built by a couple of enterprising hipsters. Must have thought that stressed-out D.C. workers would fall over themselves to spend a weekend at a data-free hideaway. Didn’t count on smartphone addictions, I guess. Bank sent it to auction about a decade ago. I’m sure it’s owned by a shell corporation now, but I couldn’t tell you the name.” I shrugged. “Not something I ever needed to know.”

“And what is it used for now?” she asked.

“It’s…” I gave her a redacted version. “…sort of a place where we help people disappear, usually on their way in or out of the United States. Like you.”

“And like you?”

I was supposed to lie. For some reason I didn’t. “Yes, you could say that.”

An original tale set in Okayado’s Monster Musume world.

Mark and Madiyan spend a long, frigid day together at the cabin. Lies are told, and secrets are revealed. But real truths remain elusive.