Category Archives: Fiction

Cassandra

“My lord,” she said, as Agamemnon took the reins. Around them the tired yet triumphant army, what was left of the Mycenaean contingent, hurried their slaves and the trophies of war they carried openly now into procession behind the king’s … Continue reading

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The Sexbot as Protagonist: rules, and an excerpt

I have in the past written rules for writing vampire characters and rules for writing succubus characters, and inevitably I turn now to the rules for writing sexbot characters. I remember reading somewhere – and I wish I could find … Continue reading

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Learning to Smile

She learned not to hear. The cries of fear, of hate, of pain, of sorrow; sharp as acid, blunt as lead. The whimpering misery of the alleyway. The careless brutality of gunshot. The incessant, treacherous whispering of poisonous words. She … Continue reading

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Aphrodite’s Loves

How could I not love Hephaestus? The singular passion of his love for me is a light that can never be extinguished. Even the goddess of love has need to be loved, and my husband’s divine heart is a wellspring … Continue reading

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Cold War Relics (James Bond) – Epilogue: Getting the girl

James peered into the hole, wondering just how far down into the black depths of the Earth it went. Iron rungs embedded in the uneven wall formed a ladder. James glanced around the office, searched the drawers in the desk, … Continue reading

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Cold War Relics (James Bond) – Episode 10: An explosive end

She was too late. The bombs and the Red Queen were gone from the film studio. Only two technicians remained there, and they opened fire the moment James peeked inside. Had they been better shots, it might have ended there … Continue reading

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Cold War Relics (James Bond) – Episode 9: The dastardly plan

The man in the armchair was fiftyish with greying hair. He held his glasses in one hand as if reluctant to put them on, or indeed to see anything ever again. His expression was haunted, fearful, and his blue eyes … Continue reading

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