It’s here! The foul-mouthed space marine mystery-thriller that reviews hate because of curse words! THEY HATE CURSE WORDS!
But now you can make your ears bleed by listening to those horrible, awful, no good, very bad words straight from the device of your choice!
For 2,000 years, Earth and her many colonies across the galaxy have fought against the Estelian menace. Having faced overwhelming losses, the CSC has instituted the largest military draft ever, conscripting millions into the battle against the aliens. Major Bartram North, Chief Training Officer on the CSC Training Station Perpetuity, has been tasked with the unenviable task of coordinating the military education of hundreds of thousands of recruits and turning them into troops ready to fight and die for the cause.
As Major North struggles to maintain a training pace that the CSC insists upon, he realizes something isn’t right on the Perpetuity. But before he can investigate, the station dissolves into madness brought on by the physical booster known as pharma. Unfortunately for Major North, that is not the only nightmare he faces- an armada of Estelian warships is on the edge of the solar system and headed right for Earth!
Major North has one chance to find out the truth, rescue the Perpetuity from its madness, and defend the Earth from attack, or all of humanity could be lost forever!
That’s right, y’all, Team Grendel returns in another high seas adventure!
But, this time, things ain’t going so great for Grendel and the crew of the Beowulf III. Nope. Not good at all.
Mega 5: Murder Island is ready now for your eager eyeholes!
Team Grendel is out of options.
With a mysterious enemy destroying their refuges, the crew of the Beowulf III is forced to seek sanctuary on an island that wants nothing more than to kill them all, an island that is pure death and evil.
While Ballantine struggles to find them a less deadly option, Team Grendel must risk their lives to help a teammate. Something is wrong with Darby and an answer must be found before it is too late. But finding that answer may mean not all of them will make it out.
Fear! Death! Terror! BLOOD!
Nothing is right, nor will it ever be again, when Grendel and the crew land on Murder Island!
This week I talk about what I did during the hiatus of this podcast. I explain how even though a writer never stops working, sometimes you can still recharge, relax, and let the world wash away. While still working. You know. Because the work never ends.
Also, apologies for the lame blues harp at the end. My lips just refused to work. It happens. Deal.
I’m finishing edits on Mega 5, but I still have time to get y’all your weekly fix of micro-fiction!
YOU! ARE! WELCOME!
And, since I’m never one to stand between a person and his or her fix, how’s about we get this show started?
Crushed beneath ten tons of cement, Horace was seriously rethinking his career choice.
“Golem needed,” the ad had read. “Exciting work environment. Pay DOE.”
Horace hadn’t ever been a golem. He was a rock troll by birth, a creature of the dirt and mud by nature, and an opportunistic worker by personality, so the gig intrigued him. But he wasn’t jewish.
“No problem,” the manager said. “We’re open-minded.”
He wondered if “open-minded” was actually code for “goes through a lot of golems”.
As Horace lay there under ten tons of heavy cement, he thought he knew the answer.
Disclaimer: Read the contract!
We are back!
Yes, the drabbles have been sporadic lately. It’s summertime, yo!
Speaking of summertime, have you loaded up on your beach reads? Your camping reads? Your books for those long car trips? No?
Well, might I suggest two titles that are perfect for summertime fun?
Both are on sale for $.99 for just a couple more days! Hurry and get them cheap while the cheaping is good!
Drop Team Zero is SpecOps space marines!
In Perpetuity is a mix of Full Metal Jacket and Starship Troopers!
$.99 each, people!
Now, on to the drabble!
He counted the coins before him for the hundredth time. Possibly the thousandth time. He could no longer remember.
“Worth it,” he muttered as the stacks of gold began to totter. He straightened them, steadied them, watched until they were stable again. “Worth it all.”
He kept his eyes focused on the stacks, not on the occupied chairs in the corner of the room. He couldn’t look at those. If he did then maybe it hadn’t really been worth it.
But it was worth it.
“Was worth it,” he muttered, ignoring the chairs, ignoring his family’s corpses, ignoring his regret.
Disclaimer: It’s always worth it, right?