Thank you for your patience. Getting Against the Rocks out to all of you has presented new challenges this time around.

Notionally stuff your favorite bookworm's stocking with adventure, intrigue, and flesh-ripping monsters.

If I don't enjoy it, what's the point?

I have begun work on Bastion of Shade

The gods were unpredictable. Even for a seer. A witch.

The pistol bounced against his ribs, reminding him it was there. Cynthia had made him bring it.

It was Sigrid’s first time flying a combat mission. Forest prayed it would be the last for the right reasons.

I must sacrifice the occasional short story

I will die with her forbidden name on my lips, unclean, and I shall be damned.

Walking nightmares roam the New World, consuming those in their path.

Did she need a stranger nosing in on her? I feel like I am perhaps coming on too strongly, seeing her here.

Nothing but traps and those unlucky enough to find them.

“This ain’t Star Wars, kid. Nothing to do but find the shortest path out, push our way through it."

She caressed his forehead. "It's OK officer, it'll all be over soon."

No man should wield such power.

Creatures of habit are the easiest to watch. I know what he will do and when he will do it.

Winter had not gone away. It had retreated inside the mountain, ready to leak out as autumn died.

Jake passed through an invisible curtain into the stink of death.

A life wasted. A lifetime of no life at all.

They lay there to rot as the war raged around them, over them, on top of them.