Wrote this intro when I was playing with different POVs for the novel. It’s narrated by Zarahemla Two Crows. Didn’t make it into the book, but I like it.
Pass the bottle and I’ll tell you a story of whiskey and wheelguns; of when mighty Buffalo Soldiers patrolled the desert on iron steeds, and of cannibal lizard men deep in the Louisiana bayou; of Navajo skin-walkers and the Mexican undead; of the forgotten tomb of an ancient Mayan god and the Man with Bronze Teeth. A story of the halfbreed lawman and young widow who together stormed the gates of Hell to rescue her son. A story, my friend, of when the West was Weird.
A cynical gun-for-hire is contracted to take out a group of pirates who turn out to be abolitionists liberating human cargo.
A slave soldier who carries the son of a man worshipped as a god leads a rebellion against him and the rigid caste society he has ruled over for one hundred generations.
Angéle is French. She was transferred to our Seattle office for twelve weeks as a liaison between our teams. We are shivering on a bench in a gazebo. It is forty degrees and raining. White paint peels off the grey wood of the bannister. Figures on the path form as they approach, then are lost … Continue reading Angéle is French
A burnt-out programmer goes all Dale Carnegie on an architect’s ass.
Some people thrive in the solitude of deep space, while others flay themselves and wrote poetry with their blood and feces on the walls. It can be difficult to anticipate which way an engineer will go.
In a world of thieves the only final sin is stupidity.
Sometimes all you need is a good sofa.
A true story.