I’m very happy to announce that my forthcoming debut title, The Lunar Gambit (Starship Fairfax: Book 1) is now on preorder on Amazon, and will go live on Amazon and in Kindle Unlimited on Thursday, June 29 (my birthday!). A couple of months ago I revealed a mock-up cover I’d been working on. It’s come a looooong way since then! Have a look:
The Kuiper Fleet has two duties: keep the peace; and protect the colonies.
The people of the Belt left Earth long ago to seek their own way of life, and have been fighting ever since to stay free of the Old Earth Empire. But Earth is still the most precious treasure in the Sol system. So when both sides agree to a peace summit on Pluto, the Fleet’s first objective has never been more important.
Lucas Odin looks like a qualified First Officer–on paper.
But his only battles to date have been simulations, each one a miserable failure. Truth be told, he would rather be hacking into the ship’s computer to mod the simulations into awesome games than be in a position of command. The Starship Fairfax is given the task of shuttling an important Earth ambassador to the summit, and Odin thinks he can relax under the temporary armistice. But when they run afoul of space pirates, the Fairfax takes brutal damage and the captain and ambassador go missing. Can Odin harness his true potential and use his unorthodox methods and creative thinking to keep his crew alive and rescue the captives before all hell breaks loose?
The Lunar Gambit is the first-in-series of Starship Fairfax, a military science fiction adventure set in the Kuiper Chronicles universe. You can learn more about the series and the author at:
What do you think? A significant improvement, right?? Enough that you might consider buying the book? 😉
The Lunar Gambit is on preorder for a reduced price of 99 cents, and will remain 99 cents for the first week of publication, after which the price will go up. Get it while it’s hot!
This cannot save me from my lungs of fire,
Burning houses cradled in a fence of
None. This cannot save me from tires piled to
Heaven, from systemic hate, indifference,
Rattles on the tail poised to strike. Not from
Self-congratulation, nor self-censure.
This cannot save me from a shelf, from a
Quiet little corner where I can dream
Out the rest of my breath. It cannot stem
The cravings of a body or mind, or
Treat us any kinder than the prospect
Of death, that silent magistrate and law.
But it can live beyond that final test.
It can go on and sow its seed in the
Fertile belly of the Earth, feed the dreams
That churn within her breast, till she gives birth.
Sing for me. Sing for love and hope and years
Transfigured in the Eucharist of time.
Sing for all that is beauty, all that is
Lovely and precious and sublime. Open
Your mouth and sing for the pure carnal joy
Of making sound. Sing Blessed Assurance.
Sing that you once were lost but now are found,
And prove it in the singing. Sing for me
In spite of the daily barrage of your
Happiness, in spite of the well-rehearsed
Architecture of your smile. Sing even
If it feels ridiculous, in spite of
The raging cliché. I don’t care. Do it.
Throw it away. And maybe if you sing
Loudly enough you won’t be able to
Hear all the reasons not to, anyway.
My little baby doesn’t want me
To write poems on my phone. He wants
Me to write them on my face so he
Can see them, read them, and understand.
Great news! Final edits are complete for ‘The Trials of Io,’ my prequel short story to the forthcoming The Lunar Gambit (Starship Fairfax). You can claim your free copy by signing up for my author newsletter! You’ll get a biweekly (2 per month) message from me, with news on upcoming releases, and special offers. Here’s the signup form. Thanks!
I hope this poem finds you
Before you surrender to the
Everyday, before you learn
To tie a tie and stand up
Straight. I hope it finds you
Young at any age, dreaming
Whether sleeping or awake,
Full of hope no matter who
Or what and when has happened.
I hope it finds you while you
Are still becoming you. I hope
It finds you when you are old
Enough to have learned to
Love and to believe, Young
Enough to not have forgotten
Either. Most of all I hope
It finds you; I hope it finds
The truth inside of you and
Sings it into fire, spells it into
Web that shoots from star to
Star and spins for love and
Beauty on the axis of an
Atom. I hope it finds you
There, and that you look
Into it as a mirror, and you
Love what you find.
Avast, ye lubbers! Gather ’round and hearken whilst I tell ye the tale, the tale of a podcast which doth hath therefore and suchforth, likewise… ernstwhile…
Yeah. Great news! The Book Speaks Podcast has been rolling right along! Since my last update, there have been four fabulous episodes, rounding things out at 10. Check these out, for reals though:
Episode 7: Izzy Shows
Episode 8: Alexa Kang
Episode 9: Jeffrey Poole
Episode 10: Benjamin Douglas (hey, that’s me!)
Yeah, it’s true. I read from my own stuff. But hey, it was the 10th episode! A celebration!
Check out http://thebookspeakspodcast.wordpress.com for more episodes, where you can also subscribe via iTunes or other podcatchers. Next week: the man Chris Fox himself! Check it out!
A lion lives here.
Keep your feet up at all times,
Or they are forfeit..
A little strangeness
Spread about the normalcy
Aids in my breathing.
I am a poem.
This one time, I enjambed my
Toe. That’s how I know.
Fifteen years later,
I hold my son, smile, and eat
Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
What hath iron wrought? Before the sweat
There were moments of stillness, quiet
Places taught colors to sing for those
Who would let themselves listen. Before
Our feet the birch bark paved eternal
Roads to moments where self meets self and
All meet quiet. What iron, who paved
Colors still, who taught sweat before feet,
Who sings roads before quiet, who would
Listen to self themselves, place moments
Of birch bark wrought for colors before
Those who sing eternal, before all.
Find me, neverending friend.
Find me with eyes that burn through
Happy-ever-afters and walls of stone.
Find me with sacred scars that keep me
Callous to the song of renewed hope.
Find me long after I have disappeared,
After the rope of my mind has frayed
And split, after the blue has swallowed
All my fear and all my bones.
Oh, that you would find me!
The frayed song has renewed my walls.
Rope burns my callous eyes blue long
After the sacred ending. Nevermind my
Happy split scars, frayed ever-hope.
Nevermind stone renewed and long
Fear. Find all that has disappeared.
Find song long after bones. Find
Ever-renewed hope, a friend.