I have a few writing samples scattered around, but maybe it's time for something bigger. You've listened to my blathering about my science fiction and my fantasy, so I should post some. Put my pen where my mouth is, as it were.
They're in the Page tabs above. Links below, too.
Maggie McBride lost five years laying low, nursing her anger. She was just a kid when Jupiter’s police force cracked down on the McBrides’ independence movement. Maggie escaped, but the void took most of her family. Her one surviving cousin got arrested and packed off for realignment “treatments” to fix those obviously faulty thinking patterns.
Now Maggie’s hacking together a team — the few who survived the rebellion, a couple sympathizers, a chuck who just needs the money — with the skills to break into the remote asteroid Correctional Facility where her cousin’s being “treated.” To get the cash for all this, Maggie signs a contract with a vicious old pirate, selling her future into slavery if she fails.
It’s millions of kilometers to the little rock, across open space with nowhere to hide. But she’s going to get her cousin back.
COURSE CORRECTIONS is a 79,000-word hard science fiction adventure.
Read the first scene here. (~700 words)
The saints favor her, else-wise a peasant girl like Kate Carpenter would never be apprenticed to the kingdom’s master healer. But her patron saint also marks her ready for the duty of tending to a mission that must cross the ice-bound mountains. Their little kingdom faces invasion by a vast empire and desperately needs allies; across the snow-filled pass, through the deathly thin air, is a country that’s held off the empire and may be willing to lend an army.
Kate knows about frostbite and the everyday injuries of wilderness travel. She can heal those.
She’s not ready for the attentions of a ne’er-do-well knight and the kingdom’s only prince, though.
And she isn’t ready for the monsters that harry them night and day, picking off their archers first, wearing the party to exhaustion, pushing Kate beyond the limits her healing abilities.
She must keep them alive, or her blood will be on the snow too.
DISCIPLE, PART I: FOR WANT OF A PIGLET is a 42,000-word gritty fantasy, the first part of an epic in progress. (3 parts of a projected 6 written, 160k and counting...)
Read the first scene here. (~900 words) (NOTE: This link now leads to my book blog for Disciple)
Going to hide in a corner because I left comments open on the pages...