Here’s two short stories I’ve just put out. I had a complete blast writing these. I think you’ll enjoy reading them.
Spilled Mirovar
The modern year of 1927, and orcs still have to fight elven asshole bullshit.
Prohibition left exceptions for the church of Men, the Elvish sacraments, even the Dwarfish rituals. But the elves in Congress insist that orcs have no sacraments.
Without the Orcish draught, without the rites, Uruk-Tai’s fine strong boys might grow tall. They might earn respect.
But they will never be Orcs.
And Uruk will not let that happen…
Whisker Line
Snatched from the tunnels beneath his war-shattered homeland, Aleksander has everything he could want. The kind and generous people of the amazing New York City gave him a home. A job. A new leg. Teeth. Even a face.
He lives the perfect life—until bombs explode in the glass skyscrapers.
The fine people of New York don’t understand war.
But Aleksander and his secret Family do…