Book Two is out now!

Keane arrived at his chair as Holgur came opposite, and they sat. A statue of something glowered in the middle of the table between them. It was onyx, about eighteen inches high, and looked like dancing smoke. Or maybe a falling frog that had been shoved through a metal grate. A gold plate on the base declared it The Soul of Tyrrane.
Keane decided it was an old woman going pee. Tyrraneans were weird with what they considered art.

— Blow out the Candle When You Leave
Misplaced Mercenaries, Book 2

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The Scream

July 7, 2020

“So what do you want to do?” Lena asks me this, and I ask her, at least once a day on the weekend, and maybe a couple of times during the week. My answer is always the same. “I want to scream.” Of course, I don’t say that, because the worst thing I can think…

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Just… Breathe

June 3, 2020

For years Lena has made fun of me for being obsessive. It was nonsense, obviously—no matter how many miniatures you have it is easier to pick the one you want at a glance if they are stored in neat and orderly rows, organized by class and race, facing front, tallest at the back. That’s just…

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Connecting With Online Faces

May 4, 2020

Yesterday a friend of ours was taking her daughter to the eye doctor (we live close to a hospital so there are a lot of doctors in our area) and she spotted Lena and me on the porch eating lunch. She pulled over and we had a nice conversation—with us on the porch and them…

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Staying Home and Saving the World

April 1, 2020

Like everyone else in the known world, my wife Lena and I have been relegated to our home in our battle against the Chinese Coronavirus. (On a related note, the compass, gunpowder, paper, pasta, and printing, are now to be known as the Chinese Compass, Chinese Gunpowder, Chinese Paper, Chinese Pasta, and Chinese Printing. It…

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Rise of the Resistance: A Hero’s Journey

February 20, 2020
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