Oliver Perrine, Canterra Art Institute student, painter Peter Trantor regarded the lanky youngster looming out of the dim elevator with Suzanne at his side. “Well! Oliver! Glad you could make it! I’m Peter Trantor. Welcome to the command seat of … Continue reading →
Feckless young Urside Charmouth, heedless experimenter with Heuristic Time Transition, is horrified by the revelations from the future, fearing that he’s ruined the cosmic timeline with his drug-like time travel romps. He then wastes the universe’s final HTT revisiting his … Continue reading →
A cinder block falls on Akard Drearstone’s head and he trades his print shop job for lead guitar. Months later, as the four members of the Akard Drearstone Group face the onslaught of national fame, Akard decides to throw a … Continue reading →
I got a great deal of enjoyment–or maybe it was the relief of offloading a big pile of Shadow–lampooning rock journalist Kevin Stukia, reporter for Ungodly Procreative New Jersey Suburbs Music Magazine, as he covers the dizzying rise of the … Continue reading →
Here’s the final version of Jackie Vespertine, a completely digital version of the original pencil drawing which has its strange flaw as described below. I lack deep image editing skills but used newly discovered GIMP freeware to experiment with the … Continue reading →
The Wounded Frontier, Book Five of the Jack Commer, Supreme Commander series, is now available in paperback. I was honored that my image of Colonel Laurie Lachrer became the cover. Laurie was a minor spaceport technician in Book One, The … Continue reading →
Soul Institute library director Milt Glouair secured his appointment through his grandparents, influential donors to TSI who somehow outmaneuvered the usually politically astute Soul Institute Director, Alfred Burlcron, who hates Milt and threatens to bust the snippy martinet down to … Continue reading →
To keep Jack Commer’s kidnapped son sane aboard Alpha Centaurian flagship N8J’rallifh-hhu42jdnh, Captain Clopt of the Imperial Guard sent time-traveling agents to Sol to obtain first a robot companion, then a puppy, for five-year-old Jonathan James Commer. The mission to … Continue reading →
If anyone had paid attention to Jack Commer’s son before this day, it was to jeer that the kid had emerged non compos mentis from his stunt in Alpha Centauri, that he was an egomaniacal fool and that it served … Continue reading →
I’m not sure this is the protagonist, Harry Allen, but I drew him or someone today and there he possibly is. The novella chronicling his first day out of prison, The First Twenty Steps, is now available in paperback from … Continue reading →
