Patreon Microfiction: No, Really, Never You Mind.

No, Really, Never You Mind. Dryads in mythology can be incredibly touchy creatures. All nymphs and female nature spirits, really. If they’re not being in a killing mood, you probably shouldn’t try to change that by asking impertinent questions.

Patreon microfiction: ‘All the Reason I Need.’

We ever get off this rock, “All the Reason I Need” will at some point become historical fiction. “Because I felt like it” and “You ain’t the boss of me” covers so many situations, doesn’t it? …As well it should.

Patreon Microfiction: He Wasn’t Really Fitting In.

“He Wasn’t Really Fitting In” isn’t about Even Evil Has Standards. It’s about Even Evil Recognizes That The System Has To Work. There are times when the best thing an entity can do for an organization is to explode, in a fashion that takes out a few of the enemy, too.

Patreon Microfiction: “Only Six Hours? A NIGHT?”

“Only Six Hours? A NIGHT?” is very firmly in the ‘Humans are Space Orcs’ tradition of modern Internet fiction. I enjoy that genre very much, by the way. The trick is to find something new that works as a hidden superpower.

Microfiction: Detachment of the Grave.

Zombies never made as much sense to me as revenants do. I can buy the idea of a spirit taking control of its old body and piloting it with the, ah, detachment of the grave more than I can really believe in a shambling zombie with a hunger for brains and warm flesh. The latter just seems to require more steps, I guess.

Anyway.

Check your Patreon status.

This isn’t a nag at people to fix their credit card information, just a reminder that if your card gets declined you’ll end up not seeing the paid stuff at my Patreon. Or possibly not even the free stuff. I’m never going to give anybody grief for ending their support for me here, but if it’s just that something technical happened with a credit card expiration or something, well…

PS: You can tell your friends about my Patreon, mind you. It is, as they say, allowed.