As the struggle over the USPS slowdowns and financial trouble burns in the media, a post-apocalyptic science fiction novel from 1985 resurfaces: David Brin’s The Postman.
A few morsels of fun to carry you through the week: a free sci-fi story, updates on the beta read for Starfighter Down, and an audiobook recommendation for fans of mythology and storytelling.
New planet, new problems. Josu and his father trade up for a second chance at life by emigrating from a dead Earth to the Alpha Centauri system. But their new role as planetary pioneers presents its own challenges…
Good news for library users and audiobook listeners: The Translocator, my trilogy of science fiction adventures about an inventor and an archaeologist and the crazy things they have to do to get back home when they’re stranded on different planets, goes wide.
Sci-Fi Bridge is the best place to discover new and emerging authors in the science fiction genre. They happen to be running a giveaway I’m a part of, and I thought you might want to check it out.
Quantum Flare, the third book in my sci-fi mystery series, launched this week! I’m incredibly happy with the reception to the series so far. Readers say the stories are lots of fun and have great characters. They say the mysteries will keep you guessing. And most of all, they want to know what happens next! […]
Overdose is now available on Audible and Amazon! If you like detective mysteries with a paranormal twist, if you like the idea of The Dresden Files or Monster Hunter International but with aliens—er, offworlders—and UFO sightings, you’ll love this series.
A broke bounty hunter stumbles on a secret society of aliens hiding in plain sight, and it unleashes havoc upon his life. Anderson Gunn’s got a quick wit and a unique skillset tracking fugitives. But nothing prepared him for this.
Greeting, space cadets,
Today I come to you with a brand-new intergalactic space opera adventure!
Spare Parts is my newest book, a 15,000-word standalone novella featuring a refugee family, a galactic Empire, enormous spaceships, clever bots—and much more.
The tracks went up one row and down another, and in those rows the vua plants had been sheared off an inch or two above the ground. The raider had been methodical; it had not wandered about haphazardly, but had done an efficient job of harvesting the first ten rows on the west side of the field.