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.
They should’ve been done hours ago. Her stupid heels are killing her.
The director is shaking his head as he huddles with the crew.
What would a vampire do? Sarah steps over Continue reading Glaring
I’ve always loved stories. Grandfather read them at bedtime. Then he told his stories of the river, the barber shop, or the little elves that lived in his garden.
Words spun worlds in my head, Continue reading Relieved
Petals from cherry blossoms flutter through streams of morning sunlight. Katja shivers and asks, “Musst du gehen?”
I don’t answer. “Are you cold?”
The light tumbles through her long hair, Continue reading Blossom
Bridges casting long shadows over concrete sidewalks, buildings rising into the clear sky, a windswept beach with sand scouring our shins, cars and trucks weaving a chaotic dance Continue reading Infuse
“It’s automatic,” he said. His scar blazed violently.
Another’s eyebrow lifted. “The orders aren’t clear. We should call the may—”
“It’s done!” His eyes narrowed and lips stretched tighter.
The others all nodded their heads. Contempt crossed their faces. Continue reading Automatic
Homeward bound on I-84, we pass over bluffs and across ravines. The Columbia glides along beside the minivan, sunlight sparkling off ripples.
The muted sound of Temple Run. “How much longer?” The hum of so much concrete under rubber tires. Continue reading Smoke
I roll the nylon out across the floor. It is strong enough. I shrug.
I remember the day of the revolution. Now it seems like a dream. Promises of greatness. Many of us believed.
Clouds drift past the hole in the roof. Continue reading Maddening
The Jamison burned my throat as the car jerked to a stop.
Everyone piled out. I smashed the bottle on the pavement.
Voices were excited. We’d made vows. Continue reading Burnt
Simon shivered. Waves knocked against planks beneath his sodden feet. He swiped his dripping hair aside.
“It was an accident,” she repeated. Lamplight reflected from dark liquid eyes.
She’d knocked him overboard, he knew. He looked at the Continue reading Rowboat