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The Bard’s Choice : Will’s Reviews #3
Watch the video review on Patreon » The Bard’s Choice by Olivia Berrier was a surprisingly great book. Why surprising? At first glance, we “judge a book by its cover.” I try not to do this, but we’re all human. The back of the cover was interesting, but the cover
Salamander Six : Will’s Reviews #2
Watch the video review on Patreon » Salamander Six is a series of four short stories by Michael A. DiBaggio and Shell Presto. I met Michael and Shell several years ago at Sci-Fi Valley Con, a local pop culture convention. Looking over their books, I wasn’t sure if it would
Time Burrito : Will’s Reviews #1
Watch the video review on Patreon » What can I say? Look at the cover… There’s a cat riding a burrito. Why wouldn’t you read this book? This is a very creative story. I loved every bit. It follows a character named Pete. Pete works all day at a burrito
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I’m Back!
It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything to these blogs—for good reason. My goal in the spring was to finish Revenge of the Brownie and Experiences with Extraterrestrials, Sasquatch, Interdimensionals and Others. Those books took up most of my time in April. Read more on the Intuitive Blog »
Vengeance of the HOA – The Llama #1
Vengeance of the HOA spawned from a combination of Twitter threads, cult rulings, and Solar Opposites. This is the first installment. If you like it, share it on Twitter and tag me so I know to continue the story. 🙂 Filled with llamas, ninjutsu, waffles, goblins, punch, and pie, it
Tharmit the Marmot
Tharmit the marmot beared no resemblance to a marmot. The stocky dwarf walked into the gas station, shoving a frail human to the side. His bulky armor clanged through the aisle. Passing an end cap full of chips, the battle-axe hanging at his side caught the edges, tearing the bags
The Trash Collector
Kevin jumped into the air, swinging his leg in a perfect roundhouse kick. He boxed an invisible, imaginary specter, a memory of his friends standing in front of him. As he calmed himself with a slow breathing exercise, he turned to the darkened room with a light hanging from a