
In a world...
dominated by magical corporations and a corrupt lunar government an ex-con takes to the streets to regain his former glory. But will the Heavens give him his redemption or will the Hybrid Earth swallow him in a final curse?
"Superb"
-Douglas Preston
"To say this world is fun would be far too great an understatement"
-Christopher Morgan
"An original mix of fantasy and noir. Can't wait to see what happens next!"
-Alex P.
"I recognize a genius when I read one"
-Mark Gottlieb

Who am I? A bard. Once. Now...
If a streetlight cast a net of chainlink at our crossing steps and our hands stayed tucked and a penumbral side eye was our only exchange, you might think me just some goblin thug who will cut throats for 6,000 gold... and you'd be right, that wager. But I’m not merely that. Nor are you merely faceless strangers, my brothers, my brethren true. Yeah, there's more to me, more to this story, this tragicom, this highway tale...

See, I've been chasing something...
A machine that can undo all those years behind cold iron bars, that can give me my life back, a machine called a Dream Chamber. Now, I've found it. But the lengths I'll go to use it? I don't know. All I know is what the scryers tell me: that the streets will burn, that the sky will rain gold, and the gods will laugh from their lunar coffins.
Book 1: The Dream Chamber
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Episode 1: Chapter 1
Glass. Green incandescence behind it. The femna’s curves, a thigh, a collar bone, shifted like sand dunes as she floated in the green elixir. Human she looked like, best I...
Episode 1: Chapter 1
Glass. Green incandescence behind it. The femna’s curves, a thigh, a collar bone, shifted like sand dunes as she floated in the green elixir. Human she looked like, best I...
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Chapter 2
Gang, there's nothing like driving through LA with the promise of gold in the air and it’s late enough that highway traffic has dwindled to red and white easy gliding...
Chapter 2
Gang, there's nothing like driving through LA with the promise of gold in the air and it’s late enough that highway traffic has dwindled to red and white easy gliding...
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Chapter 3
The implosion of guarded nerves. There she was not two feet from me. Femnavi with the fertile hills of Dryad blood and the devilish mischief of a Satyr, the absurd...
Chapter 3
The implosion of guarded nerves. There she was not two feet from me. Femnavi with the fertile hills of Dryad blood and the devilish mischief of a Satyr, the absurd...