All Precious Stones and Peoples is released!

Once, a million years ago, a water world populated with dolphin-like beings, the product of gene-alteration by their Progenitors on the Earth-like world one orbit closer to the sun, was flung into the cold and dark of interstellar space by the passage of a rogue star.

And four thousand years ago, its engineers were awakened from suspended animation to bring the world into a new orbit around a giant, blue-white star, where the waters of the World Ocean could thaw and life could continue to flourish.

This is the story of the A’ka’pa’i’ka’ti, and their Foretold Saintess, Speaker to the Dry Ones, born to communicate with the Progenitors when they finally arrived to reclaim the lost . . .

This book carries on from an incident in my earlier novella, A Huntress on the Rocks.

And the prologue is from my novel The Lion and the Lizard.

It is not absolutely necessary to read either of those books before you read this one; though if you are a reader of my Timelines and Timelines Universe series, you will certainly be a step ahead of those who haven’t done.

I hate when I predict the future and don’t know it.

I wrote this as a retrospective comment about NYC in my previous novella, which is set in the 2120s and is something of a noir detective story. I didn’t figure I was writing 2025 news when I wrote it in 2024.

For all the City is a swingin’ place, law enforcement is pretty bad. Most of the cops are on the take (what else is new), and the few who actually try to do their jobs aren’t in a position to change that. The red-light districts are nearly as packed as the convention and music venues, and since that’s about all keeping the City from being a ghost town after the corporate and financial districts packed up and moved out, a century ago, that’s all the cops care about policing. Live on the West Side, or Uptown? Or in one of the outlying boroughs? You’re on your own, boys and girls. Call the mayor if you think he should spend more money on cops. If you can get through all the calls from his cronies and pals.

From On Account of a Dame, by me, available on Amazon.

The Clerics in the Kitchen is live!

At long last, the story of what really happened on al-Saḥra’ when Delaney and FTSA1 did their first real mission together can be told.  (Not that it wasn’t already summarized in A Dragon in the Foie Gras…anyway…)

When your meth lab is built on a factory scale…

The planet Sanddoom. Desert exile world for most of Earth’s Radical Islamic Fundamentalists. Run by Mad Mullahs, who repay the favor of American leniency by creating a world of slavery, insurgency, and export of dangerous drugs via their own outmigrating people, headed for other colony planets.

The first two are covered by a hands-off agreement with the Americans.

The last, not so much. And Captain Delaney Wolff Fox’s special assignments fire team, FTSA1, aren’t going to stand for it. Their job is to hunt down and eliminate

The Clerics in the Kitchen

On Account of a Dame is live!

The novella referred to in the previous post is done and up for purchase or free to read on Amazon Kindle Unlimited.

Welcome to the New Jazz Age!

It’s the Roaring Twenties all over again — well — the 2120’s, that is. Where New York City has reverted to its Jazz Age roots of two centuries before. What’s missing? Prohibition, and gun control. What’s not missing? Tough guys, and the dames who (sometimes) love them. Gin joints. Speakeasies. Dance halls. The Social Register is still a thing, and the Beautiful People litter the society pages of the local hypernews sites.

Enter a typical gumshoe private detective — a member of that high society himself, yet a man who left society long ago for other pursuits. And his latest client, a rich young woman of leisure, who needs her new husband followed.

Throw in the recently-crowned queen of one of Chinatown’s tongs, a beautiful investment wizard from upstate, and a hundred million dollars in assets, and suddenly it’s all

On Account of a Dame

Arrgh.

About a week ago I had a weird dream and I noted it in a particular place, this way:

So I was in New York City, attending a Masonic conference and a sci-fi convention in the same hotel. I was wearing a three-piece suit and was armed to the teeth. And then I woke up, puzzled that I was in New York but glad I’d had the foresight to arm myself if I was going to be anywhere near the city.

I think I need to stop taking Benadryl at night.

This may or may not have been a mistake, because a certain well-known SF author of my acquaintance then said:

D*MN it Fuzzy.

If you don’t write a noir-feel short starting that way

I’m going to come through the internet and make you

I was about to type “beat you” BUT I don’t want to piss off Sally

but that paragraph? GREAT VOICE.

Continue please.

Now.

Well, shit.

Thus was the genesis of the (currently) 8,000 word noir-ish epic I’m calling On Account of a Dame.  It’s an attempt to see if I can write a complete novella of between 10K and 20K words.  It’s about halfway done so apparently I can.  It even fits into my Timelines universe, so there.

And all of my other characters are yelling at me furiously because I am ignoring them.

So I always generate images before I start writing, and during the writing, because it helps me visualize the characters better.  Here are a few of the ones I’ve generated this time.  First, Tiffany Frelinghuysen Delafield — the titular Dame.

Next, the Tong Queen (for whom I haven’t yet imagined a name, but will have to, since she’s going to be on stage in a couple more paragraphs)…

Finally, our hero the detective.  Maybe.  I don’t like the way MidJ is generating his suits, this is the best one so far, and really the only one that looks like a real three-piece suit.

Oh, and his valet and, as he says, “Kato to [his] Green Hornet,” Gunther.

I have no real idea what I’ll do with this story, but I have to finish it first anyway.

What’s happening?

Well, there are three things on the stove at the moment.

  • I started writing The Clerics in the Kitchen, which is a Delaney story I hinted at in A Dragon in the Foie Gras.
  • Then I started writing The Lion and the Logic, which is the next main series novel.
  • Then I started getting an itch to write in Apocalyptic Japan again, and that caused me to start writing In the Cherry Blossom’s Shade, the sequel to An American in Iya.

And now they’re all just…simmering.  *insert crying face emoji here*

I think that not feeling well for about the past week is part of why that is, but we’ll see.

An American in Iya is released!

It’s alive! In e-book edition, oh my!  (Paperback and hardback will be along after I get my proof copies to make sure the formatting is right.)

Over 200 years ago, a Plague overran the world, and 9 out of 10 human beings died.

In a small Japanese village on Shikoku, a group of American tourists found themselves stranded — and in grave danger of being murdered, merely for the sin of being 外人 (gaijin).

Luckily for them, their Japanese hosts took pity on their plight, and took them in as their own.

This is the story of their descendants — who still, more than anything, wish only someday to go home.  That is . . .

. . . if they still have a home to return to.

Whew

I finished the draft of An American in Iya tonight.  82,829 words.

Now for the full read-through and self-castigation about choices I made throughout…