The third volume of Steampunk Fairy Tales is up for preorder on Amazon. This is a collection of nine stories. Each is based on a fairy tale and has been reworked to fit in with a steampunk motif. Included is my own story, Out of the Tower, which is a retelling of the well-known Rapunzel fairy tale.
As an extra bonus, grab a free copy of Steampunk Fairy Tales, Vol. 2 for a limited time. And, Volume 1 is permanently free.
Hope you enjoy the new book.
Steampunk Fairy Tales, Volume II is now available in paperback.
The second volume of Steampunk Fairy Tales is now out. It’s been an honor and a privilege to work with all the talented and creative writers who have contributed to and made this anthology a reality.
You can get a copy on Amazon.
Hope you enjoy the collection!
Good news. Volume 2 of Steampunk Fairy Tales is undergoing the finishing touches and will be available sometime soon.
Here is a synopsis on my contribution to this collection of fairy tales gone steampunk.
Continue reading Steampunk Fairy Tales 2
You never know what you are going to find in someone’s junk drawer, I guess. Dad had misplaced his reading glasses—as an avid reader, this was a major catastrophe for him— and so I had come over to help search his apartment. It wasn’t a big place, so I figured it couldn’t take all that long. Continue reading Hidden Moments
“How about another shot of whiskey?”
“Sure. I don’t have to be in until one tomorrow.”
“I got tomorrow off.”
“Don’t even start with me. You know I hate working Saturdays.”
“Yeah, don’t I.” Continue reading Late Night Cards
I sat on the bed and watched Sophie pack her backpack. Library books, crayons, headphones, coloring books, chewing gum, a necklace, and more essential items for the family vacation. Hoping. I watched silently as she bounced about her room, so full of excited energy that she glowed. Continue reading Falling
I sit in the shattered gable of the dark abandoned house. I am hungry, hunting. The moon is a bright crescent in the cloudless sky, providing me ample light. Patience is my watchword. I have chosen new grounds tonight. Slowly I turn my head watching for movement. Continue reading Something New
The bookstore was tucked into an alley. An inconspicuous place and a challenge for a tourist, he thought. Yet, the location did provide a certain ambiance of discovery. Continue reading Something Borrowed
The winds of the sandstorm had howled and screamed for days so loudly that his ears were still ringing. Throughout, the storm had been all consuming black, suffocating the sun completely. Their only light had been the stash of candles. Continue reading Something Old