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Craig is an international bestselling author with over thirty titles to his credit, including the Terry Henry Walton Chronicles (post-apocalyptic/scifi/adventure/paranormal co-written with Michael Anderle), the Free Trader Series (space adventure), the Cygnus Space Opera series, the End Times Alaska series (post-apocalyptic), and the Rick Banik Thrillers. Craig has started The Bad Company, the follow-on series to the THW Chronicles and Darklanding, short science fiction serials of twelve episode.

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The Bad Company - SNIPPET 03

Posted on November 6, 2017 at 6:35 AM Comments comments (2)

The Bad Company - SNIPPET 03

Book 1 of The Bad Company series

by Craig Martelle & Michael Anderle

Coming to you exclusively on Amazon, Thursday, November 9th.


Tissikinnon Four

     Team leads, meet me at my position in three, Terry passed to the company via their internal comm chips. Forty-eight souls were counting on him to lead them successfully in battle. He wondered briefly if any of them wouldn’t be going home.

     With a snarl, he forced his errant thoughts down. He popped his head over the small berm, looked, and ducked back down. A bullet slammed into the berm, sending a dirt shower over him.

     Kae. Did you see where that shot came from? You’d think a stalk-head with spindly arms wouldn’t be a good shot, but damn!

      The mech’s cannon opened up, spitting thunder. The air sizzled as the railgun rounds screamed downrange. Chew on that, you piece of shit, Kae growled as he ran over the top of a ridge and headed toward his father.

     Char, Joseph, Timmons, Marcie, and Aaron loped from five different directions. They varied their speed and zig-zagged, diving into the hole one by one. Dokken ducked behind the big human to avoid getting crushed.

     “Would you look at what the cat dragged in,” Terry said.

     The cat? Dokken said, looking past Terry’s leg, expecting to see the good king Wenceslaus.

     “Sorry, buddy, just an expression.” Terry nodded toward the enemy lines. Kae scanned the horizon before carefully entering the hole and sitting down.

     “No movement. With the death of that last sniper, they seem to have lost their desire to stick their necks out,” Kae replied using the suit’s external speakers.

     “Stalk-heads sticking their necks out. Nice one,” Terry Henry told his son. Char groaned.

     “I still don’t get you, TH. We’re in the middle of the shit and that’s where you find the most stuff to laugh at,” Joseph said slowly.

     “It’s his way,” Char answered. She smiled at her husband, her purple eyes sparkling under the muted Tissikinnon sun.

     Marcie showed no emotions as she watched the others. Timmons and Aaron shook their heads, a Werewolf and a Weretiger, friends. Even though they’d been raised in two different societies, they were all members of Char’s pack. Even Joseph, the Vampire.

     And Terry had conscripted all of them to be members of the Bad Company.

     “Bunch of crap, huh?” Terry said with a chuckle. “I’ve already made a note that before we sign another contract, whoever wrote the RFP is going to get tortured until we get the straight scoop. And for the record, after we finish this, I am going to beat the shit out that pencil-necked dweeb of a president.”

     “You’re not going to torture anyone and you know it, but I fully support a good pummeling of the Crenellian president. That lying fuck deserves a knuckle massage of his face.”

     Marcie smiled and nodded. “In the meantime,” she said, eyes narrowing, “we’re going to beat the shit out of some Tiskers. I know that we don’t want to kill them all because we don’t want them vulnerable to other enemies, but I really want to send these fuckers back to the stone ages.”

     “I hear that,” Kaeden said. He wanted to unleash his mech unit on the Tisker forces, but they still didn’t know the breadth of the Tisker forces or firepower.

     “We’re surrounded,” Terry said matter-of-factly. “We’re surrounded and no matter which way we shoot, we’re going to hit something. That may seem like it makes sense, but it doesn’t. I want to dictate the terms of this engagement, not respond to what they’re doing. So, I’d like to move us to high ground, on their flank, and start rolling them up.”

     Kaeden vibrated with anticipation. He wanted to be turned loose. He’d trained with the other members of his small team on board the War Axe, but the simulators didn’t do the suits justice. There was nothing like feeling the woosh of an actual rocket launching or feeling the impact through the soles of the mech’s boots, leaning into the kick of the massive railgun.

     Terry slapped a hand onto the cold metal surrounding his son.

     “Kae’s team will create a diversion that will look like the main attack. Stay low, hit fast, and hit hard. Keep moving.” Terry used his silvered knife to draw in the dirt at the bottom of the crater. Dokken sniffed at the ad hoc map. Terry blocked him with his leg to keep the German Shepherd from peeing on the diorama.

     “Marcie and Joseph. I’ll need you and your people to hold that flank as we head up this ridgeline.” Terry pointed at the ground with his knife and then pointed over the berm toward the high ground to their right.

     “Aaron. I’ll need you and your people to head up our right flank. You’ll be on the military crest on the far side of that ridge, which means we won’t be able to see you. I suggest you change into Were form and cover the ground at top speed.”

     “We can do that. Christina, too?” Aaron asked.

     “Unleash the Pricolici, but you are not to engage. I want you to get into place here—” Terry stabbed his knife into the map. “—and cover our approach. Timmons. You’re with us. We’re taking it right up the gut, but I expect the mechs will be drawing all the fire. Questions?”

______________________________

Just wrapped up the 20Books Vegas convention and I'm one tired puppy! I couldn't be more pleased with how everything turned out. I'm on a tight schedule here, but wanted to get this posted before heading to the airport to go home to Alaska. I don't like being away from home, so there it is. Can't wait to get back to the snow and cold. Vegas is a little hot and lot too crowded for my taste. See you on the flip side good people. One more snippet before the Bad Company gets published on November 9th.

The Bad Company - SNIPPET 02

Posted on November 6, 2017 at 6:35 AM Comments comments (1)

The Bad Company - SNIPPET 02

Book 1 of The Bad Company series

by Craig Martelle & Michael Anderle

Coming to you exclusively on Amazon on Thursday, November 9th.


Tissikinnon Four

Team leads, meet me at my position in three, Terry passed to the company via their internal comm chips. Forty-eight souls were counting on him to lead them successfully in battle. He wondered briefly if any of them wouldn’t be going home.

With a snarl, he forced his errant thoughts down. He popped his head over the small berm, looked, and ducked back down. A bullet slammed into the berm, sending a dirt shower over him.

Kae. Did you see where that shot came from? You’d think a stalk-head with spindly arms wouldn’t be a good shot, but damn!

The mech’s cannon opened up, spitting thunder. The air sizzled as the railgun rounds screamed downrange. Chew on that, you piece of shit, Kae growled as he ran over the top of a ridge and headed toward his father.

Char, Joseph, Timmons, Marcie, and Aaron loped from five different directions. They varied their speed and zig-zagged, diving into the hole one by one. Dokken ducked behind the big human to avoid getting crushed.

“Would you look at what the cat dragged in,” Terry said.

The cat? Dokken said, looking past Terry’s leg, expecting to see the good king Wenceslaus.

“Sorry, buddy, just an expression.” Terry nodded toward the enemy lines. Kae scanned the horizon before carefully entering the hole and sitting down.

“No movement. With the death of that last sniper, they seem to have lost their desire to stick their necks out,” Kae replied using the suit’s external speakers.

“Stalk-heads sticking their necks out. Nice one,” Terry Henry told his son. Char groaned.

“I still don’t get you, TH. We’re in the middle of the shit and that’s where you find the most stuff to laugh at,” Joseph said slowly.

“It’s his way,” Char answered. She smiled at her husband, her purple eyes sparkling under the muted Tissikinnon sun.

Marcie showed no emotions as she watched the others. Timmons and Aaron shook their heads, a Werewolf and a Weretiger, friends. Even though they’d been raised in two different societies, they were all members of Char’s pack. Even Joseph, the Vampire.

And Terry had conscripted all of them to be members of the Bad Company.

“Bunch of crap, huh?” Terry said with a chuckle. “I’ve already made a note that before we sign another contract, whoever wrote the RFP is going to get tortured until we get the straight scoop. And for the record, after we finish this, I am going to beat the shit out that pencil-necked dweeb of a president.”

“You’re not going to torture anyone and you know it, but I fully support a good pummeling of the Crenellian president. That lying fuck deserves a knuckle massage of his face.”

Marcie smiled and nodded. “In the meantime,” she said, eyes narrowing, “we’re going to beat the shit out of some Tiskers. I know that we don’t want to kill them all because we don’t want them vulnerable to other enemies, but I really want to send these fuckers back to the stone ages.”

“I hear that,” Kaeden said. He wanted to unleash his mech unit on the Tisker forces, but they still didn’t know the breadth of the Tisker forces or firepower.

“We’re surrounded,” Terry said matter-of-factly. “We’re surrounded and no matter which way we shoot, we’re going to hit something. That may seem like it makes sense, but it doesn’t. I want to dictate the terms of this engagement, not respond to what they’re doing. So, I’d like to move us to high ground, on their flank, and start rolling them up.”

Kaeden vibrated with anticipation. He wanted to be turned loose. He’d trained with the other members of his small team on board the War Axe, but the simulators didn’t do the suits justice. There was nothing like feeling the woosh of an actual rocket launching or feeling the impact through the soles of the mech’s boots, leaning into the kick of the massive railgun.

Terry slapped a hand onto the cold metal surrounding his son.

“Kae’s team will create a diversion that will look like the main attack. Stay low, hit fast, and hit hard. Keep moving.” Terry used his silvered knife to draw in the dirt at the bottom of the crater. Dokken sniffed at the ad hoc map. Terry blocked him with his leg to keep the German Shepherd from peeing on the diorama.

“Marcie and Joseph. I’ll need you and your people to hold that flank as we head up this ridgeline.” Terry pointed at the ground with his knife and then pointed over the berm toward the high ground to their right.

“Aaron. I’ll need you and your people to head up our right flank. You’ll be on the military crest on the far side of that ridge, which means we won’t be able to see you. I suggest you change into Were form and cover the ground at top speed.”

“We can do that. Christina, too?” Aaron asked.

“Unleash the Pricolici, but you are not to engage. I want you to get into place here—” Terry stabbed his knife into the map. “—and cover our approach. Timmons. You’re with us. We’re taking it right up the gut, but I expect the mechs will be drawing all the fire. Questions?”

______________________________

Just wrapped up the 20Books Vegas convention and I'm one tired puppy! I couldn't be more pleased with how everything turned out. I'm on a tight schedule here, but wanted to get this posted before heading to the airport to go home to Alaska. I don't like being away from home, so there it is. Can't wait to get back to the snow and cold. Vegas is a little hot and lot too crowded for my taste. See you on the flip side good people. One more snippet before the Bad Company gets published on November 9th.

The Bad Company - SNIPPET 02

Posted on October 30, 2017 at 9:20 AM Comments comments (0)

The Bad Company 

In The Age of Expansion

Book 1 of The Bad Company by Craig Martelle & Michael Anderle - Coming November 9th, exclusively from Amazon

Humanity’s greatest export Justice. Space is a dangerous place, even for the wary, especially for the unprepared. The aliens have no idea. Here comes the Bad Company. 

     Terry made mental notes of the battlefield as he ran from one position to another. He’d brought all six of the shuttle pods carrying the tactical teams, which still put his Direct Action Branch of the Bad Company in an inferior position.

     “Run and gun. We need to run and gun!” Terry shouted at the angry red sky. He adjusted his helmet as it slipped backward. He worked his shoulders to loosen his ballistic vest, too, as he subconsciously considered a running battle, with rapid action and constant movement.

     But they couldn’t. They came under fire the second they ran off the drop ships. The shuttles had buttoned up and taken off immediately afterwards to hold a position out of range of the big guns. Or rockets. Or mortars.

     Terry wasn’t sure about the weaponry, only caring about what he had to do to take them out. His tactical teams were made up of Werewolves, Weretigers, Vampires, and enhanced humans. They had centuries of experience, and were best making surgical strikes, small teams inserting behind enemy lines.

     They weren’t immortal, only enhanced by nanocytes, technology taken from Kurtherian scientists. They were still human, but different.

     Terry would never say their enhancements made them better. He would say that their minds and their teamwork made them better. They believed that they trained hard to make war anticlimactic.

     “Where’s Kaeden with my mechs?” Terry shouted over the explosions.

     Charumati, his purple-eyed Werewolf wife put a finger to her ear as she used her internal comm chip to communicate with her son. Terry had a chip, too, but he didn’t want to lose focus on the battle as it raged on all sides of their position.

     “This is the most fucked up thing I’ve ever been a part of,” he growled. He clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth. The muscles stood out of his face and a vein throbbed in his forehead. He carried a Jean Dukes Special pistol in one hand and his Mameluke sword in the other. The pistol was dialed to five out of a maximum of eleven.

     "He’s over the hill to the right. The fireworks you see are from his section,” Char relayed.

     “Can he get through their lines?”

     Char’s eyes unfocused for a moment, then she shook her head.

     Terry slid his sword over his shoulder and into its scabbard strapped under his backpack. He took his pistol in both hands and dialed it to eleven. “Order a tactical retrograde to our position. We’re breaking through right over there.” Terry pointed to a heavily-wooded area covering the top of a hill.

     “Joseph, where the hell are you?” Terry asked out loud, before switching to his comm chip. Powered by human energy, with a little extra boost from the Etheric dimension, the comm chips allowed the group to talk with each other. It also translated a vast number of human and alien languages into English.

     The Bad Company’s Direct Action Branch had only had the comm chips for a few weeks and weren’t yet accustomed to them or how best to optimally employ them.

     We’re where you saw us last, but we’re dug in better. My people are burning through their ammunition. It’s like an endless tide. I’m not sure we have enough bullets to kill them all, Joseph reported.

     Have you tried not shooting them?

     The first bunch got close and you know Fitzroy isn’t afraid to break into pugilist form. These things rammed him and bit the holy hell out of him before we could blow their stalk heads off. He said punching them was like hitting a tree trunk. I wailed on one with my sword. I’ll second his observation. It took a lot to cut through that neck. I don’t recommend we devolve into hand to hand.

______________________________________________

Greetings from the Sub-Arctic! It's unseasonably warm here in the 20s F. But, I leave tonight for Vegas where temperatures over the next week are going to be lows in the 50s and highs around 80. What will I do with my sweatshirt and coat?


I'm sure you all know that I'm running the 20Books Vegas conference, some 430 authors will descend on Vegas for three days of presentations, roundtables, breakout sessions, and networking targeted specifically for self-published authors. I'll be with my writing partner, Michael Anderle and I have high hopes tha the show will wow the attendees. 


That has been my entire focus now that The Bad Company is finished and in my editor's hands. I have lots of reading and editing to do for stories that other folks have submitted to me, so that's what I'll be doing this week. I doubt I'll get any words down, but I might. It would be nice to start off next week with something other than 0 on the page. 


Peace, fellow humans. Catch you in Vegas. 

The Bad Company - SNIPPET 01

Posted on October 25, 2017 at 7:50 AM Comments comments (0)

The Bad Company

In The Age of Expansion

Book 1 of The Bad Company by Craig Martelle & Michael Anderle

Humanity’s greatest export – Justice. Space is a dangerous place, even for the wary, especially for the unprepared. The aliens have no idea. Here comes the Bad Company.

     An explosion sounded and plasma fire flashed before his eyes.

     Hidden in a remote corner of the Pan Galaxy, Nathan Lowell sat in his private office looking at the video communication screen. The President of the Bad Company frowned.

     His direct action branch was engaged and not in a good way. Nathan shook his head slowly as he watched.

     Thirty seven star systems away, General Lance Reynolds saw the same images displayed on his monitor. He chewed vigorously on his cigar. The report wasn’t what he had expected.

     Colonel Terry Henry Walton, the man in the image, looked back and forth between the screen and something to his left. Ominous sounds accompanied the image.

     “This first mission wasn’t what we contracted for, Nathan,” Terry yelled at the portable console that sat with a sideways tilt. He stared at a point off screen, shook his head, and continued. “My first stop when I get off this rock is that dandy president’s office where I’ll wring his pencil-neck to get our thirty percent bonus and seventy percent kicker. And then I’m leveling his fucking palace!”

     “Can you settle this with what you have?” Lance asked.

     “Yes, sir,” Terry replied.

     “I already told you once, call me, Lance.”

     “No can do, General. Can’t have you thinking I’ve grown soft just because I’ve been a pseudo-civilian for over a hundred and fifty years. Hang on,” Terry’s smile evaporated as he looked off screen, his lip curling involuntarily. “SHOOT HIM!” he shouted.

     The crack of hand-held railguns answered. Terry stabbed his finger at something neither Nathan nor Lance could see.

     “Not that one, the other one,” Terry corrected. More cracks from the hypervelocity weapons. Terry nodded and flipped the bird. “Fuck you, buddy and your stupid looking stalk head!”

     Terry turned back to the screen. “Where were we?”

     “Something about you intending to level our client’s palace,” Nathan said coldly.

     “After we’re paid, that is. Hang on,” Terry looked off screen, flinched with surprise, and started yelling, “Why won’t you die? WOULD SOMEONE KILL THAT THING!”

     Terry continued to watch off screen.

     A rapid barrage followed, then a brief silence, and finally a blast that nearly threw the colonel off his feet. Laughing, Terry brushed his uniform jacket with his free hand. “Come back from that one, you blue fuck!”

     “Sorry, General, Nathan. There’s about a hundred times more of these crawly bastards than we were led to believe. Mano a mano ain’t working. For every one we pop, five more appear in its place. Gotta run. We need to lop the head off this dragon. Have your people call my people and we’ll do lunch.” Terry saluted and ran off screen. Plasma beams cut through the spot where the colonel had just been standing.

     “I’ll call our least favorite client right now and tell him to stand the fuck by. I’m coming for a visit,” Nathan growled, eyes flashing yellow as his anger charged his Were form. He tamped down the urge to change into a Pricolici, an upright-walking Werewolf.

     He didn’t have the luxury of tearing up the universe. He was in charge and had passed the mantle of Bad Company door-kicker in chief to Terry Henry Walton.

     Lance Reynolds stroked his chin as he thought about the man who looked happy to be in the middle of a battle that seemed to be raging out of control.

__________________________________________________________________

Greetings from the snowy Sub-Arctic! 

 

Winter has been here for a couple weeks now, but it's going to warm up later this week, turning everything into a sloppy mess. This gives me one last chance to fill a couple serious potholes at the end of our road, as long as my gravel pile thaws. Then we'll get snow, it'll freeze nice and tight, and then we won't have to bump threough that garbage for the remaining five and a half months of winter. It's been warm so far. Every day that's not ridiculous is one less ridiculous day. The logic is faultless.

 

There was one moose out and about recently, but she was quick in and quick out. We now have a fox hanging out in the woods behind our house. There's my tracks, Phyillis' tracks, and then a bunch of paw prints from the fox. The squirrels and voles leave their marks, but right now, it's just us. The pellets are loaded up to run the pellet stove and the tractor is prepped and ready to go for full snow removal purposes. 

 

I need to top off our extra water jugs, 25 gallons of fuel oil, and another 20 gallons of unleaded. Need to lay in six months worth. We have dog food and the usual dehydrated stuff. We can probably go two months without any power or other stuff right now. That really should be six months. Now that I have a truck, I think I'll get a couple barrels to store gasoline. 110 gallons would take care of it. An extra 1500 gallons of water would be way cool, too, but that refined setup in the garage will probably happen next year. 

 

So please, no apocalypse until then, and while you're at it, let's not have an apocalypse at all:). Deal?

 

I whipped down to Eielson Air Force Base which is about 35 miles south of us to attend their Comic Con. It was pretty neat. I talked with some good folks, gave a horrible presentation, and generally shook a bunch of hands. 


Three New Books Out!

Posted on October 17, 2017 at 8:40 PM Comments comments (1)

Holy crap, I've been busy! The newest installment featuring Terry Henry Walton and Charumati is on the street! Gateway to the Universe wraps a number of story lines while opening up an infinite number of new ones. 

Gateway to the Universe is the book that sets the stage - four new and unique series set within the Age of Expansion, in the Kurtherian Gambit Universe.

  • Craig Martelle will continue the adventures of Terry & Char (from the Terry Henry Walton Chronicles) in The Bad Company
  • Justin Sloan & PT Hylton will continue Valerie's adventures (from the Reclaiming Honor series) in Valerie's Elites
  • Amy DuBoff will write a new series called the Uprise Saga featuring Kurtz, Edwin, Samantha, and Nick
  • JN Chaney and Sarah Noffke are writing the Ghost Squadron, continuing adventures of the FDG twenty years after Terry brings his warriors to the Federation

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B076DKQMQ7/ref=as_li_qf_sp_asin_il_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=crahompag-20&camp=1789&creative=9325&linkCode=as2&creativeASIN=B076DKQMQ7&linkId=59dbab7f1c7dfd08463581fcce681a6d" target="_blank">

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Look for my follow-on series, The Bad Company where Terry and Char find new life as a mercenary force doing Bethany Anne's bidding as part of Nathan Lowell's Bad Company. The first of the series is the series name. 

But wait, there's more! I have short stories in two different anthologies that released this week. 

Look for my short story that is on the Nebula Reading List - The Outcast in Through the Never.

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B076BBLDW4/ref=as_li_qf_sp_asin_il_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=crahompag-20&camp=1789&creative=9325&linkCode=as2&creativeASIN=B076BBLDW4&linkId=0a66d51324aeeecd5188b22dac2886ad" target="_blank">

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And finally, I have a story called Mystically Engineered in an anthology from Chris Fox called Tales from the Void. 

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Two Years of Authoring Full Time

Posted on October 5, 2017 at 8:50 AM Comments comments (0)

It was two years ago today that I started writing full time, that I embraced being a full-time author. I published that first work on January 16, 2016. In these two years, here are the highlights.

  • Wrote 2,065,242 words
  • Published 27 full-length novels
  • Published 8 short stories
  • Published 4 anthologies with works by 47 different authors
  • Hit the bestseller list with 13 different novels
  • Plus, have a full-length novel set to publish on Oct 12 and short stories coming out in two anthologies in the next week

The way ahead.

My future is mostly in collaborations (and conferences).

  • With Michael Anderle for The Bad Company (planned for 8 books of 60k words each as a follow-on to our bestselling Terry Henry Walton Chronicles)
  • With Scott Moon on Darklanding, a 12-book serial (30k length episodes - episode 1 is already done)
  • With Kim Dorothy called The Human Experiment, a standalone novel based on a concept I find intriguing
  • Finish the Free Trader series (3 books of 30k to 50k words each)
  • Manage the Age of Expansion (mostly space opera) for Michael Anderle in the Kurtherian Gambit Universe
  • Amy DuBoff is writing the Uprise Saga (8 books)
  • JN Chaney and Sarah Noffke are writing the Ghost Squadron (8 books)
  • Justin Sloan & Tyler Hylton are writing Valerie's Elites (8 books at least)
  • Tommy Donbavand, J.L. Hendricks, and some others will be contributing stories as well
  • Possibly a novel co-written with Jim Ward where one of us writes a chapter from the protagonist's perspective and one writes a chapter from the antagonist's perspective
  • Probably a space Marine/military science fiction collaboration with Jonathan Brazee

- Three Anthologies coming - The Expanding Universe 3, Metamorphosis Alpha 2, Close to the Bones 2 - short stories for all of those

- Conference: 20Books Vegas in November, 20Books London in February

No one takes this journey alone. I have four different editors, one on salary, I have five different cover artists and a couple illustrators who I work with. I pay half up front and the other half immediately upon delivery. I have the best beta readers in the world. I have an inner circle who cared about me before I was a successful author and provide great support and assistance now. No one does this alone. I am surrounded by incredible people.


Nomad's Journal

Posted on September 9, 2017 at 9:20 PM Comments comments (0)

Nomad's Journal

Terry Henry Walton Chronicles Short Stories

By Craig Martelle and Michael Anderle

Will be published on September 11, 2017! And it will have the first chapter in the next Terry Henry Walton story - Nomad: Gateway to the Universe.

I hope you like the it.

General Novel Update

Posted on September 6, 2017 at 7:25 PM Comments comments (0)

What am I working on and most importantly, when will stuff be published?


Right this minute, I am writing the first episode of Darklanding, a new series that I am co-writing with Scott Moon. It's Firefly mashed up with the Alaskan Gold Rush set on a frontier planet. It will be a lot of fun with good dialogue. I am curious to see what characters you best relate to. These episodes fall into the novella category at roughly 100 pages each. They'll be a quick read and we expect to publish at least thirteen of them, maybe more. Remember, these are episodes in the style of a season on TV. I expect to finish this first episode by Friday, September 8, 2017. We've ordered the covers and will probably start publishing these early next year.


Starting Saturday, I'll be working on Nomad: Gateway to the Universe - the next chapter for Terry Henry Walton and Char. This will be a transition book that takes our fearless group from Earth to Space where they will work as part of Nathan Lowell's Bad Company. In the next book, you will see Bethany Anne, Michael, Terry, Char, Valerie,Akio, Yuko, and even Nathan Lowell. I think there will be something for everyone as they transition to becoming an integral part of the new Federation.This book is currently targeted to be published on October 5th.


The Terry Henry Walton short story collection will be published sometime this month (September 2017). The cover is almost done - the graphics that Andrew Dobell did are really neat. It'll be about 75 pages, I think, but it has all material that you've seen in here, just consolidated into one place and you'll be able to read it on your Kindle.


I've completed a number of short stories. One that I intended to be 2500 words topped out at 10,500. But it is done and ready for primetime. We are going to shop it around to encourage subscribers to my Newsletter and then it will join The Expanding Universe Volume 3 that I'll publish in December.Look for A Language Barrier to hit the street on September 15th, only available for free:).


I finished another short story that will go into an Anthology called Through the Never, a science fiction and fantasy collection with a dozen authors or so. I liked that story so much that I sent it to the Science Fiction Writer's Association (SFWA) for award consideration. It has been added to the Nebula Award reading list.Look for The Outcast, coming in October.


I also finished a short story for a Chris Fox anthology. His challenge was to write about dragons and space ships. I wrote Mystically Engineered - which I think came out pretty well. I'll be promoting that anthology in my newsletter as soon as it is released.


I committed to writing a game module for the 77 Worlds system. I have most of the illustrations already thanks to the talented Meg Cowley, all I need to do is write the darn adventure! I just need some time to sit down and look at the maps. Stephen Lee is numbering the illustrations for me right now so that I can write out the encounters for the gamemaster. I need to have that one done I believe in November, but earlier is better.


I add a little bit here and there to my non-fiction book, Become a Successful Indie Author. Indies have to be a mile wide and a mile deep with their knowledge. It can be overwhelming when you first look at it, but it's not. Eat the elephant one bite at a time and stay positive throughout. Those are my goals with this book, but it is coming far more slowly than I thought. There's so much to address. At least I have decent notes:).


Marketing - who likes to do marketing? As an indie, I have to - it falls on me to do it because there is no one else. Sep 25-29, I've got Free Trader 1 for FREE! and Free Trader 2 for 99 cents. I have a huge number of promotions ongoing and this is the greatest marketing push I've ever done. I think it will turn out well. If not, then it is all on me.


It is now dark enough that we're able to see the Northern Lights again. That is always the blessing that comes with living this far north.


Joseph & Petricia

Posted on August 24, 2017 at 3:15 PM Comments comments (5)

WWDE + 150, San Francisco

Joseph & Petricia


     Terry and Char stood on a Treasure Island shore, looking out on the bay. Ships were in various stages of coming and going. The engine droning did not detract from the peace of the scene.

     “Civilization,” Terry said.

     “Humanity has found its purpose again,” Char added.

     “Yes. Beyond survival. That Maslow guy was pretty smart. Once the basic needs are taken care of, people can focus on other things. But there’s still a lot of scratching in the dirt to survive out there.”

     Char shrugged.

      The beachhead of civilization would expand outward, giving people more and more purpose. Like history had taught them, people would flock to the cities for a taste of the good life, until that good life was shared in the country, then people would emigrate from the congestion and the turmoil of the big city.

     The farms were king, but they were close to the cities. They would be pushed out, farther away, as they had been before. Not yet, but someday.

     Terry and Char held hands, accepting the silence of the moment, drinking in the earthly air. They weren’t sure when, but they’d soon board a ship, take it to the Annex Gate, and fly to another galaxy. They hoped to meet Bethany Anne, the Empress of the Federation. She would be busy, as Empresses tended to be, but TH could always hope. Char was more reserved. She wasn’t sure about meeting the Queen Bitch herself. Char had been the alpha bitch for over a century.

     She was afraid of getting on BA’s wrong side with an errant thought. If Akio was there, he could vouch for her. She remembered her first exchange with the Queen’s Bitch.

     That could have gone better. Terry had done everything except grovel at Akio’s feet.

     She chuckled to herself. Terry looked at her, then returned to watching the small waves slap gently at the shore.

     They both heard the sound of approaching footsteps. They were measured, but light. Terry didn’t need to turn around and look. He’d heard them before. Char sensed the etheric energy within them.

     “Joseph. Petricia. Thanks for joining us,” Terry said. The Forsaken nodded, holding hands, and watching the bay.

     “Have you guys gone crabbing recently?” Terry asked, finally turning to face his friends.

     Petricia rolled her eyes.

     “Not yet,” Joseph replied. She cocked her head and looked at him. “We may not.”

     Char coughed to hide her laugh.

     “I never took you for one to …” Terry fought valiantly to find the right word. Three pairs of eyes watched him intently. Char and Petricia’s looks became glares. Joseph started shaking his head. “Dammit! You never really liked crabbing, did you?”

     “I have to admit that I did at first, then I didn’t, then I did again. It was nice being successful at something like that. And it wasn’t just me. Andrew was a natural. His joy at doing it was infectious. You’re right. It wouldn’t be the same going out now.”

     Terry bit his lip, upset with himself for bringing it up. To Joseph, it had been only a few weeks since he last saw Andrew. To TH, it had been sixteen years since the Forsaken had died.

     “We mourned a long time,” Terry started. “For Andrew, for Destiny Chase, for all those we lost. We’re finally in a position to move on. I will tell you this again, but I could not be happier that we finally found you. Alive.”

     “Us, too. I’m all about being alive,” Joseph said, trying to keep it light, but his face darkened with his mood as he thought about his friend Andrew.

     “Enough of this. It’s time to celebrate the next step in our journey. When Bethany Anne returns with her fleet, we’re going to board one of the ships, the FDG, both the tac teams and some of the regular warriors. I would you like you two to come with us to the stars, my friend.”

     Joseph and Petricia looked at each other. She wasn’t sure. Too much had happened in too short a time. Joseph took a deep breath, closed his eyes and appreciated the moment.

     When he opened his eyes again, he looked calm.

     “The world descends into an age of madness,” he began in a voice free of doubt. “And an age of expansion. Like the wild west of the 1800s, people race into the great unknown of the new cities, the Wasteland to find their fortune. Alas, Earth holds no allure for one such as I, trapped between the good and the evil that is mankind.”

     Joseph pulled Petricia close and hugged her tightly. His wide-brimmed hat blocked his face. Terry and Char watched as his tears splashed on the black leather covering Petricia’s shoulder. She sobbed in his arms, briefly, before stepping back, wiping her eyes with a delicate finger, and smiling at her husband.

     She nodded.

     “Sometimes, one must grieve in their own way. I wish I had a beer to share with you, so we could toast appropriately.”

     “As do I. It’s never too early for beer, is it, Joseph?”

     Char shook her head.

     “We want you to come with us. Help us with whatever lies ahead,” Char added.

     “Sounds good,” Petricia said.

     “You heard the woman. Reserve us a window seat on the express train to the stars.”

     Joseph offered his hand. Terry grabbed it and yanked Joseph into a one-armed man hug.

     “I am ready to go, my man. Right now!” Terry exclaimed.

     “Hang on…” Char started to say before slapping Terry’s shoulder. He laughed, picked her up, and danced on the bay shore.

     “Where you go, we will follow,” Joseph whispered.

Terry's Personal Journal - Waiting

Posted on August 19, 2017 at 11:55 AM Comments comments (3)

WWDE + 150

Terry’s Personal Journal - Waiting


     I’m sitting here cooling my heels while Akio is searching for Michael, joining him to clear the riff-raff from the Earth, something that I was supposed to be doing. Then again, from what I heard of Denver, he’s conducting more of a scorched earth kind of thing. I’m not sure I could ever go that far.

     But the Dark Messiah can. I'll let him take care of that part. Me? I am happy with what we did with what we had.

     It’s been so long, but we have such good people. I think they hold me up as much as I hold them.

     We heard from Sarah Jennifer. She met Michael Nacht. I’m glad I hadn’t heard that until later. She survived the encounter and even earned his respect. I could not be more proud. She said she’s also getting married.

     I’m not sure how I feel about that. It turned out well for Cordelia. Ramses is a good guy, but he didn’t mourn the loss of his parents as I expected. In fact, he never said a word, not at the funeral or afterwards. I need to talk to Cory about that, see if there is anything I can do. He got lost in the shuffle.

     Do for others as you wish they’d do unto you, or something like that.

     Kaeden and Marcie are still torn at the loss of Mary Ellen. William is not doing well either. It rips my heart to see them crushed as they are. It is the tragedy of life as seen through our eyes, the eyes of the seemingly immortal. Mary Ellen and William refused to go into the pod doc and get nanocytes. They wanted to live a natural life.

     I respect their decision, but I don’t have to be happy about it. Kae and Marcie have carried me over the years, giving me reasons to keep trying to do better. Char and I both. We could not be more proud of our kids. I need to tell them that more often.

     I get caught up in stuff, focused on the next mission. In the past one-hundred and fifty years I have learned some patience. I won’t tell Char this, but I can’t wait. We’re going to space!

     I never dreamed of being an astronaut. I like keeping my feet on the ground, but the complexities of space combat! I have zero knowledge of that stuff because there is nothing written on earth that is based on actual experience. I can’t wait! Huzzah!

     Shhh. Don’t tell Char.

     I’ve been making the rounds since I’m here and not in space…

     Kailin is the apple of his mother’s eye. Kimber and Auburn are happy that he was boosted. They won’t have to watch him grow old. Sylvia came by her nanocytes naturally and is helping Kailin with Walton Industries.

     It’s kind of embarrassing that they called it what they did. Sure. I have an ego, but I’d also like to think that I’m more humble than that. At least it isn’t painted on the sides of the dirigibles in letters fifty feet high.

     Ted and Felicity seem to like their new life as patrons of sky travel. They move about the country in luxury with servants and local goods, banquets and parties. Had I lived back then (I’m old, but not that old!), it would remind me of the Great Gatsby era. I would have never thought that Ted would like it, but his engines are making things happen.

     I wonder when they’ll go to Europe? Things are still a little hot out that way. Michael is there, somewhere. Just follow the trail of destruction. I wonder if I’ll get to meet him?

     I’d also love to see those pistols he’s carrying. Jean Dukes specials? Adjustable power with five-thousand rounds? Sumbitch! I gotta get me some of that!

     If he lets me. I wonder what one of those would do to a spaceship? Vacuum has a way of leveling the playing field. All you have to do is make a hole and let space take care of the squishy things inside the ship.

     I can’t wait to go to space! Shit, sorry. Don’t tell Char.

     Where was I? Sylvia. I think she’s going to go her own way. She is a free spirit. Maybe she’ll steal that young man from Portland. Not so young anymore, but the pod doc seems to be back up to speed, although Akio and Yuko aren’t in Japan right now. They are looking for Michael. I expect they’ll find him soon.

I don’t know if Magnus Tolliver would consider getting boosted or not. I’d support it, if that’s what Sylvia wanted.

     All my children and grandchildren are precious to me. I would do anything for them.

     Except their dishes. Where did we go wrong in that we raised kids who will do anything to save the world, but they’re slobs? How could I raise a slob? I’m not. Char’s not, although she does leave her clothes laying around. I can’t complain about that. The hottest woman on the whole planet is in love with me and is perfectly happy to walk around our home naked.

     Baseball. Ice Water. Cricket.

     I miss Gene. He acted like a goof sometimes, well most of the time, but damn, he was such a good guy. We tore him away from his life alone, forced a solitary creature into being a member of the pack. He was always an outsider until Fu came along.

     Fu! She saved him. Thank God she got boosted. And then those kids of theirs. Anastasia is cute as a button, but her strength is in her community of spirit. Her and her mother are bringing peace to a violent world. Gene and Bogdan are pacifying all of the Crimea. From the name, one would think that crime would run rampant, but not with Gene and his family there.

     Criminals be warned. Your days are numbered. Here’s to you my massive Werebear friend! I’d love to clink a glass of beer with you, but you don’t appreciate it like I do. You have a tendency to chug it and then make a face.

     Water for you. I know you don’t want to go to space with us. Hold the fort for when we get back. Do the best you can, and we will see you again.

     Aaron and Yanmei are more open to going. I hope they decide to come. They help bring peace to Char and me. Just like Cory. How did we get blessed with people who are so well grounded?

     And there’s nothing like sparring with a kung-fu Weretiger! They got skillz!

     I like that Kurtz guy. He’s solid. Reminds me of Boris. I miss those guys. All of them, but it is the torment of the immortals. Be careful what you ask for, you may get it.

     I don’t want to die! And Mother Earth replies, “Okay, but you’ll have to watch everyone else die instead.”

     I digress again. You can see what’s on my mind. I think Sue, Timmons, Shonna, and Merrit are ready to go. I wonder about Ted. He would love the challenges of interstellar engineering. What would Felicity do trapped on a spaceship?

     That will be an interesting conversation.

     There’s no way I’m asking those two vixens, Annika and Meta. They are plying the bars as the most popular dancers in all San Francisco. I think they’re trying to single-handedly take on the entire male population of San Francisco. I heard Werewolves had voracious appetites, but these two are wild.

     I’m not sure who else to ask to go. Cory and Ramses aren’t sure, but the other kids are. Kim, Kae, Marcie, and Auburn refuse to be left behind. Auburn is in for a shock, I think.

     No beef in space.

     That sucks for me, too, and Char. I hope they have beer. Or at least cookies. How to make space travel suck most heinously – no cookies. Or beer. Or steak. What are we going to eat? Rehydrated food packs? Soylent Green?

     I guess it doesn’t matter. We’ll eat whatever they offer us, because, SPACE!

     I can’t wait.

     Don’t tell Char.


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