by It’s here! The short story collection you’ve all been waiting for. Why?
Because it’s a tremendous short story collection. The best short story collection. Believe me.
That’s right, it’s time to MAKE SCIENCE FICTION FUN AGAIN!
I’ve been hard at work producing shorts all year for my Patreon subscribers (which you should subscribe to cuz you’d already have the book and all the stories here and more!) and it’s awesome to finally get this collection out there. The actual release date is Nov 29th, but I wanted to get this up there for black friday/cyber monday shoppers this week. The physical book will be available on release date, and I’m getting a LOT of requests for that since I posted the back cover on my facebook yesterday:
As you can see, I have the best blurbs from the best people in science fiction and in mainstream publishing!
So go out and pre-order the book. It’s got great short stories with all the things you love like mechs, sex bots, baseball, nazi soldiers, and a transgendered lesbian knitting circle in space.
Excerpt of “Love IRL”:
The construct shook, steam protruding from its hybrid mechanical-biological underarms. Its optical sensors flashed red. Its hulking mass loomed at twenty times a normal human avatar. Veins, piping, and electronics protruded from its form.
Kenji had been here before, with his guild mates. Last time they tried this, their party wiped. They couldn’t move fast enough in the three-second warning space before the monstrosity’s ultra-attack: Megaquake. This time, they’d be able to fan out to the safe distances between the flurried lines of earth magic. Hiro, guild leader and warrior tank, stood dutifully at the front, pounding away at the enemy, even while the creature drew itself inward in a defensive posture.
Uehara, the mage, stood in the proper position away from the monstrosity as to not take much damage from the coming attack. The safe zones were limited, but Kenji managed to find himself close enough to a place where he, as a barbarian melee class, could keep from losing too many hit points, while still staying close enough to counter-assault. Everyone was in position, but where was Ayame?
A brief glance behind him was all it took to see she was in the path of danger. The cleric was near-frozen, in the middle of her special defense-healing spell, Holy Reckoning. Even frozen in place as she was, she looked beautiful. Slender, shoulder length blonde hair with pink strands glistening between them, big blue eyes. She was beautiful. And she was right in the path where one of the tendrils of earth would hit her. Dammit, Ayame.
It also features the best intro to a short story collection ever written by Daddy Warpig! What are you waiting for, pick it up now!
Next time, please use propercomic mailers. My copy of Flying Sparks had its spine destroyed. Severely disappointed that I spent so much money on a damaged product.
I’ll shoot you another just send me your address via the indiegogo message!