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Yip Chi Chuan, a young martial and spiritual ascetic, must flee as the only home he has ever known, the ancient monastery of the Priests of K’un Lun, is destroyed by a newly ascendant extradimensional evil. Cast out and alone, Yip strikes out on a quest spanning the breadth of his home world of Ea’ae and into the greater macroverse beyond in an attempt to unseat an all-consuming Darkness rooted in his once vaunted order’s distant past. Will Yip, the last of his kind to walk the wide world beyond his fallen sanctuary, succeed where his mighty brethren failed in ages past? Unfortunately...

No one should ever come between a man’s family and his guns. Not if they want to live. Not even a demon. Or a demonic horde. Especially when those guns belong to a spellslinger. The demons who killed his father had a death wish, for Koren D’uene is a ja’lel, a gun knight, and his is the job of granting wishes. His guns spoke, and demons fell. Infernal Fire is a weird western, a Wild West-inspired fantasy adventure novel of roughly 50,000 words.

Some say the world will end in fire and ash, others frost and ice, still others dust and dissolution. I say it will end in tentacles. Lots of tentacles.

So you want to be a villain? You do know that being a villain isn't all fun-filled romps in dank, lightless tombs, incendiary encounters with intellectually stunted heroes, joyously crushing the hopes and dreams of unsuspecting innocents, accumulating vast hordes of ill-gotten wealth, and advancing your agenda on a world unappreciative of your greatness? (1) You really want to be hunted by unethical vigilantes(2), chased by grown adults wearing skintight suits, ostracized from (in)decent society, forced to forge ahead in a universe largely opposed to your relentless pursuit of self-interest...

No one should ever come between a man's family and his guns. Not if they want to live. Not even a demon prince, a sorcerer supreme, or a ruthless dragon. Or a demonic horde. Especially when those guns belong to a spellslinger. Koren D'uene's enemies have a death wish, for he is a ja'lel, a gun knight, and his is the job of granting wishes. His guns spoke and enemies fell. The Spellslinger Chronicles are weird westerns, Wild West-inspired fantasy adventure novels, featuring the exploits of Koren D'uene, cowboy wizard and gun knight. This collection includes: Infernal Fire - book 1 of the ...

Arcwhistle Goldpulley has everything a gnome technowizard could want and more. He’s just successfully defended his after-post thesis on harnessing the metamagical residuals of energetic creation and destruction, along with a dramatic demonstration of an application of his theory, one which only blew up two learning halls on campus, and completed his formal education as a master archmage. He is a successful paratechnologist, a gnomish master of blending magic and science, often to explosive effect. He has developed and licensed many significant inventions ranging from autonomous eyebrow ...

James Halloway and Ranjeet Srinivasa are the founders of Aethereum Enterprises, the world’s leading technology firm. Jim and Ranjeet have spent their careers designing, building, and selling novel machine cores and upgraded neural learning programming suites, creating smart software to improve or supplant human capabilities, and inventing innovative analytical solutions. But these businesses are but means to this end. What they really want is to create a computer that can produce novel insights and understanding, a machine capable of generating new thoughts. And not just any thoughts, but...

No one should ever come between a man’s family and his guns. Not if they want to live. Not even a dragon. Especially when those guns belong to a spellslinger. The dragon who had killed his brother had a death wish. Koren D’uene is a ja’lel, a gun knight, and his is the job of granting wishes. His guns spoke and the world listened. Spellslinger is a weird western, a Wild West-inspired fantasy novel full of cowboy wizards and spell-slinging outlaws of roughly 40,000 words.

So you want to be a wizard? You know being a wizard is not all quests filled with high adventure, finding priceless treasure, warm adulation and reward, and uncovering newfound knowledge? You really want to be ensorcelled by fell magics, accosted by boisterous knights, enchanted by hostile magicians, waylaid by villainous rogues, attacked by creatures from the nether realms, cursed by dread warlocks, and worse? And those on some of your better days? Seriously? Are you crazy? If you are (crazy, not serious… serious is optional), then Mulogo is the wizard for you and Mulogo’s Treatise on ...

No one should ever come between a man’s family and his guns.
 Not if they wanted to live.
 Not even a sorcerer supreme.
 Or an undead horde. 
Especially when those guns belong to a spellslinger.
 The wizard who opened his world to the invading demonic horde had a death wish. 
Koren D’uene is a ja’lel, a gun knight, and his is the job of granting wishes. 
His guns spoke, and infernals fell. 
Gun’s Ghosts is a weird western, a Wild West-inspired fantasy adventure novel of roughly 35,000 words.

The city of Alyon is in trouble. Its citizens are turning into monsters. Not the good kind of monsters—terrifying, bloodthirsty, flesh-rending, citizen-killing monsters. When Grak’s favorite barkeep tells him that he will get a lifetime supply of free alcohol if he can figure out why the bar’s patrons are disappearing, Grak is on the case! Grak - Private Instigator is a humorous supernatural detective fantasy about a down-on-his-luck orc who solves crimes with his fists.

What do all undead have in common...across all genres and stories? The obvious answer is they are dead. It’s just how they became zombies that varies. Zombies are also gruesome, bloodthirsty killing machines, even if some of these machines are more efficient than others. Another commonality is that all undead have an insatiable appetite for human flesh, even if this flesh does them no good and most of it just falls out of their mouths or assorted holes in their bodies. Further, all undead are in various states of decay or damage. But, whether bloodied, broken, or rotting, the undead’s ...

Galen is an innkeep, a humble man who cares about his work and his patrons. He also lives on the edge of a haunted forest. One inhabited by a fell wizard far too many of his guests are intent to meet. Despite Galen’s warnings and admonitions, most travelers passing through his doors only stay long enough to ask a few questions before entering the dark wood. Far too few come back. These are the tales of some of those adventurers who return. These are the tales of those Galen wishes had never left his door. Tales of the Fallen is a short work of fantasy fiction totaling about 10,000 words.

Heaven has fallen. The legions of Chaos have overrun the world. Uërth is in ruins. With the Heavenly Host’s fall, Angel Swords rained from the heavens, littering the world in what was. Only the most honorable and purest of heart are able to take up the Angel Swords and wield them against the throngs of Chaos. These mighty Empyrean Knights are all that stands between Uërth and annihilation. Born in a secret enclave safe from demonic depredations, Ilya has Chosen. She has Chosen to leave her life of security for one on Uërth, despite all its risks. Armed only with her Voice, a runic ...

Heaven has fallen. The legions of Chaos have overrun the world. Uërth is in ruins. With the Heavenly Host’s fall, Angel Swords rained from the heavens, littering the world in what was. Only the most honorable and purest of heart are able to take up the Angel Swords and wield them against the throngs of Chaos. These mighty Empyrean Knights are all that stand between Uërth and annihilation. Saedeus is neither pure of heart nor honorable. Nor does he wish to wield an Angel Sword. He just wants to be left alone with his mushrooms. And his pet rock. But he might not have a choice. When he ...

After saving the city of Alyon from an outburst of rampaging mutagenic monsters and the gnomish terrorist organization that started the outbreak, Grak needs a vacation. Something grand. Something like attending the Macroversal Wizarding Championships. When the city’s Paratechnological leaders offer Grak the vacation of a lifetime, the chance to see the Wizarding championships in person, he jumps at the opportunity. The only problem is that Grak has to stop a ship-devouring demon along the way. Grak – Orc on Vacation is a supernatural detective fantasy novel of roughly 50,000 words.

He woke to a dying world. AI’s failing. Datastreams withering. The Verse crumbling. Populations shattered. Civilizations lost. And his thoughts were on his lost love. He had every right to be selfish. His self was all he had left. The nanoswarms had taken everything else.

Kensaro Hatanu’s soul was born the day his master handed him his first sword. Except Kensaro’s master did not hand him a sword to walk the path of the otana hanji, the sword saints of legend. His teacher handed Kensaro a broom. A broom to clean the monastery. While the other martial ascetics of Guai Lu practiced their physical and spiritual disciplines, Kensaro swept, mopped, and dusted, imagining he was slaying monsters, saving villagers, and meting out justice. Until the demons came and his broom was called to action. Master of the Flying Broom is a wuxia and xianxia-inspired coming-...

Heaven has fallen. The legions of Chaos have overrun the world. Uërth is in ruins. With the Heavenly Host’s fall, Angel Swords rained from the heavens, littering the world in what was. Only the most honorable and purest of heart are able to take up the Angel Swords and wield them against the throngs of Chaos. These mighty Empyrean Knights are all that stands between Uërth and annihilation. Soul Stealer Saedeus is neither pure of heart nor honorable. Nor does he wish to wield an Angel Sword. He just wants to be left alone with his mushrooms. And his pet rock. But he might not have a ...

Chet has a problem. A few of them in fact. He’s been kicked out of his order of holy knights. He’s depressed, he’s let himself go, and he has something of an inferiority complex. Mostly because he wields holy socks to fight demons while his friends use flaming swords, shimmering spears, and holy hand grenades. Now Sigil, the order of holy knights that threw him out, wants him back because its members are dying and no one can figure out why. Can Chet pick himself up off the couch long enough to do what other demon hunters can’t? Only time, and lots of pizza, will tell. Demon Hunter ...