Meet the Space-Genius Girl Gang

The Drifting City was the most-creative name a bunch of international bureaucrats could allow the Bishop-Alcubierre Project Station to be called in the news. The stunted arcs linked together along nanosilk cabling and not a small amount of hope resembled a gaudy planetary pearl necklace more than a “city”. The stable orbit maintained by an …

The Gorgon of Navoor

Once upon a bye, before your grandmother's grandmother was born, there lived a priestess in the forests of Navoor. A priestess under the thrall of a terrible curse. The memory says she was cursed by a goddess or that she cast the curse on herself by mistake or else that it was not a curse …

the making of a paladin (sort of)

"Tell me this and I will free you: What made you what you are?” Cyril glanced at his horse; another unlucky and dead thing but not yet showing signs of resurrection. The thought of carrying his saddlebags to the next town when he eventually finished with killing the strung-out wizarding college reject that held him …

The Realms of the Unreal

As a sophomore in college, I began writing The Illyrian Codices with Moira. One fanwork somehow turned into all of this. It's true. The breadth of The Codices can be traced back to one conversation: Raevyn: This would make a FABULOUS novel. Moira: It’s gonna be. Raevyn: What’ll we call it? Moira: It needs an …

Letter 73

From the archives of the Nihiran Historical Society: Unto my Radiant Reh’shal, Miru of Peace, Herald of A’leva I submit, The work of the Alaneid goes well. This missive is of a more personal matter: your son. The Rai’shal’s brilliance with the bow so favored by the Himemeya and his aptitude for architecture is undeniable— …