The Absence of Love

Exeunt Omnes - By Ross Fisher-Davis. The sword on Abram’s hip was heavy. For some time now, it had weighed on him. Heavier than the gun ...

It was longer than expected before we finally made it to Vakkari space station. It came upon us suddenly with bright, gleaming lights and ...

My Fifth official Doomtown story,  The Prodigal - “Mr. Mayor,” Rafi lingered near the door. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I have a youn...

Fourth official Doomtown story,  Nine Tenths of the Law - The doors creaked open as Malcolm leaned on them, stepping up into the wide e...