Astounding Frontiers Issue 2 is Out!

Dull and Preachy stories beware…

Astounding Frontiers Issue 2 is now out on amazon, featuring stories by Dragon Award Winner Brian Niemeier, Karl Gallacher, Scott Washam and Russel May. The serials by John C. Wright, Ben Wheeler, Nick Cole and Jason Anspach continue, and the cover features the beginning of a new serial by SuperversiveSF contributor Corey McCleery, whose awesome dad has been helping me with music videos. (there are more to come of those) Click on the image below to grab yourself a copy for the low, low price of $2.99!For those of you who’d like a more epic version of the above video, using some music by the ever-excellent Kevin Macleod, your wish is granted:

St. Lucian’s Star: A Catholic Science Fiction Short Is Published

Out today at Lyonesse, a short fiction subscription service, is my science fiction adventure tale, St. Lucian’s Star. It’s the story from the POV of Lillyanne Troppe, a young lady with a gift for locating lost objects. Set in 2087, she gets the chance of a lifetime to accompany the handsome Relic Hunter, Darrion Artenan, on the recovery mission. The exciting adventure turns into a nightmare as things go wrong.

St. Lucian’s Star
By Dawn Witzke

Earth, 2087

“I’m closed!” I didn’t look when the bell jingled on the front door. It was likely just Alma. Again. The 103-year-old woman could never keep track of her keys. Or her purse. Or her teeth. Locating another lost set of keys was not on my agenda for the evening, but saying no to Alma wasn’t an option. What she lacked in size and strength, she made up for in attitude. The majority of my referrals were from Alma. If I denied her once, most of my clients would go with her. Finding lost keys wasn’t very exciting, but it paid the bills. At least it would be quick and then I could go upstairs, get in my pj’s, eat cold pizza, curl up with Jake and read the latest Declan Finn novel.

I inherited the building that served as both my home and office a few years past when the gentlemen I was renting from died. He had left me everything, which wasn’t much beyond the building and a cabin at Spirit Lake. I sold the cabin and used the money to fix up the building and upgrade the outdated appliances. I didn’t have much, but I didn’t need much.

On the first floor, the front door opened into a hallway that led to two rooms. The larger of the two was my work room, where I entertained clients. The other was my closet sized office where I kept the records for my floundering locating service.

Troppe Recovery.
Nothing is too small to locate.

Read the rest of the story at Lyonesse, then stop back and let me know what you think.

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Beyond the Mist is now on Sale

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You can grab the ebook version of Beyond the Mist at amazon right now.

(I accidentally forgot to add myself as a contributor, that will be fixed soon enough)

You can read John C. Wright’s foreword and almost the first three chapters (including one of Cat Leonard’s wonderful illustrations) via amazon’s ‘Look Inside’ feature.

This is a supremely exciting time for me, and a big relief to finally have it out there for you all to enjoy.

Spread the word!

Who Leonard Nimoy was to Me.

Others have written many things about the great man, I can only add what he and his artistry meant to me:

For me, Leonard Nimoy always embodied the wise and self-controlled paternal figure, whose gentleness was that of a man who was well aware of his own strength and the damage it can cause, so showed restraint wherever possible, but was always prepared to use that great strength to defend the innocent and stand up to evil wherever it appeared. In that his persona was that of that greatest of ancient figures, the warrior poet, who is not only strong and skilled in the arts of war, but also possesses the moral clarity to know the proper time and place to use those arts for the good of those around him and society as a whole. He also embodied the deep thinker, the guardian to another world of wonder and mystery, into which he would allow us to peer ever so briefly and whet our appetite to begin our own search for truth and wisdom.

As Spock he was also the faithful and dependable friend, a brother in arms in times of conflict, the voice of reason and conscience when difficult choices needed to be made and a man struggling to reconcile two different worlds and two different sides to his own nature, struggling to fit into a world where he would always be an outsider. As such he was a kindred spirit and beacon of hope to all of us who never quite fit in with our surroundings, who felt like strangers in our own homes, whose lack of adherence to social superficialities would leave us isolated and alone. Spock showed us that there was a place for us, and not just on the fringes. We could be heroes! More importantly we could be valued, even loved, for who we were.

To every role he played (at least all the ones that I have seen), he brought such a subtle warmth, grace and dignity, it always brought a smile to my face. He was our old friend, here to accompany us on another adventure into the unknown.

He will be sorely missed.