65 million years allow for more than cloning.
The Romans recycled almost everything.
Pinned by Vandal hordes, the Romans sought any advantage.
“Move the undead soldiers to the front lines!”
“Why the ominous name?”
“The colonists refer to this as the ‘death drop’.”
His shovel was ready.
He dreamed of his more leisurely pursuits.
“Is someone up there?”
John pulled down the attic ladder. His children cowered behind him.
Although he worried he may lose his nerve, he disembarked at Howesville and walked the last six miles to Kingwood.
Prehistoric Georgia is now.
“Close the portal!”
With a shrill wind as his warden.
Stranded on OGLE-2005-BLG-390Lb, he believed that he was alone on the frozen world.
A gateway to danger.
The road twisted through icy jumbles of debris and snow drifts to the habitation modules.
Set in Norse Greenland during the 15th century, “The Snowman of Bishops Fell” concerns a band of Norse Greenlanders sent into the mountainous wastelands east of the settlement to destroy an outlaw who seems to have harnessed supernatural powers.
I wrote the first draft of “The Snowman of Bishops Fell” in either late 2016 or early 2017. Continue reading “Coming Soon: “The Snowman of Bishops Fell””