A Message from Ancient Mars

This was just so apt to our bumbling, fumbling times under the shadow of a pandemic that I just had to post it. It’s from Leigh Brackett’s melancholy Last Days of Shandakor, one of the gems in The Best of Leigh Brackett collection. “Elder race or not, how did you manage to do it? I’m…

Free Story: New Rites for Old

Here’s a dark one from me … a peek into my troubled soul, if you will. My homeland was one of the many Asian countries colonized by a foreign power, one which practically wiped out our original culture leaving a vacuum many of us still wonder how to fill. Myself among them. Every time I…

David Gemmell Birthday Retrospective

Today, August 1st is the birthday of one of my all-time favorite authors, and the one I hold as the closest heir to the legacy of Robert E. Howard: David Gemmell. His tales have all the thundering blood and guts action of REH, but he was no mere competent pastiche-er, he added a dimension to…

Excerpt: The Caves of Koro Shan

The wall was surely of prehuman origin, perhaps even older than the Drokpa mountains themselves. There were hints of the sea in these ruins, seven thousand feet above the plains -- the scabs of long-dead barnacles well above their heads, piscine features on the idols. Orhan, who had seen the great trading ports of Lakhmaristan, now recognized the structure as a quay.

Vivid Design Notes 2020

Tinkering again with my Vivid system. I’ve had some success with it, most recently with my February playtest of Maruzar. However my player Marc has given me an idea I wanna adopt as it promises to make the system even even faster. Vivid for me should be exactly what it says on the tin –…

Return to Swords of the Four Winds

In 2014, I self-published Swords of the Four Winds, an anthology of stories on Amazon and the One Bookshelf chain of sites. Ignoramus that I was, though, I put out only a PDF instead of creating epub and Kindle mobi versions. Whoops. The sales were predictably low. The reviews though were very encouraging. I got…

Lessons from a Swallow

I have to admit it, I’d given up. The coronavirus pandemic was just the last nail in the coffin for a depression that had been growing over the past several years, stifling both my photography and my writing. But I’m starting again. I owe it to a pair of swallows. Several months ago, I noticed…