#8Sunday 03/26/17 WeWriWa

Well, the laptop seems to have healed itself.  No clue, but I’m going with it.  On to bigger and better things now.

Check out the WeWriWa blog.  Sci Fi, Fantasy & more, a whole collection of snippets for you to enjoy.


Oops, this snippet isn’t romance!  It’s a discussion between Kaden and Harlan, adopted son & father figure.  I’m delving into some background on how things got to be the way they are. Book 3 of The Wildblood is in the works.

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How many times have you looked down that road and wondered who was headed this way?” Kaden asked causally, handing the older man a beer. It was a warm summer night, and Black Hills didn’t have many of those, not even before the war.

I couldn’t guess,” Harlan said, taking the beer. “Let’s not even try.” He thought about it, then shook his head, deciding it wasn’t worth dwelling on. “Do you remember the first time we came here?”

Kaden smiled, the memory clearly a better one for him than his adopted father. “I do, and it was snowing.”

That it was. You were four, and we’d been moving to make sure no one was following us.”

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Book 3 of The Wildblood, coming soon.

I have two new projects in the works as of this week.  Both are sci-fi, naturally.  The first is an action-adventure that finds our wandering heroine rescuing a captive warlord from a rival tribe.  (You see how I turned that around?  This looks like it’s going to be a lot of fun!)  The alternate universe landscape is a desert world with ancient, abandoned cities, and forgotten cultures.

The next is a dimensional travel story that starts out in the near-future northwest US.  A military-based Search & Recover team find themselves attempting to evacuate a band of civilians out of SeaTac, after the Cascadia Fault Line ruptures.  Then they discover it wasn’t just an earthquake.

And now, promo stuff. 

All are available in paperback and eBooks – http://www.topaz08.com


The Wildblood Series

No one remembers what started the war, the big one. Civilization stopped, and what came next was fueled by rage and fear.

Twenty years on, a tiny refuge, a place called The Vista, may be one of the last vestiges of humanity. Isolated, guarded, and hiding a dark secret, the people have survived World War Last, and they are content with that. Their children, however, are not. The search for others will send them out into a world they know nothing about, where the line between enemy and ally is blurred.

All are available in eBook and paperback at my website.

Asphalt road and dark storm clouds over it

8 thoughts on “#8Sunday 03/26/17 WeWriWa

  1. All the newspaper articles about the inevitability of earthquake in the northwest give me the shivers, because although I don’t live there any more, it’s still my home, if you know what I mean.

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