Fire goddess Hichristy conjures a beautiful vision of Vanuva’s past to try and restore her soul. But a mysterious sow rune forsees a disaster coming to the Cull Sow Queen.
You will be able to have your own copy of “The Cull Sow Queen”, my first novel, by year’s end. Also extremely important: I love Hichristy’s hair.
Eff travels to the underworld for Vanuva’s soul. But he who molded the Cull Sow Queen has only been the God of Foolishness for… a few weeks now?
Refugee Glory tells how Vanuva once saved people using a meat cleaver. This is why you should never say “Soowee!” to the Cull Sow Queen.
Why you need to become a Steam Powered Giraffe fan-fo-life. How an obsession with SPG truly rejuvenated me.
Why a punk fantasy tale about a heroic woman, once called a “pig” and worse, is more than relevant today. Meet Vanuva’s piggy crew and start reading from Chapter 1.
Phaia the silver sow watched her mistress reach for her. “Phaia, please… can’t you help? Can you please try, my baby?” Pigs can sense about two thousand things more than humans can, and the female of the species, the sow, can smell still deeper, snuff… Read More
When being cute goes wrong… the jammer’s toes suffer, mostly.
Fluffy, you’d better give her a real good smack for talkin’ that, uh… smack. Read More
Vanuva, lying in the mud, now raised herself up on an elbow. Her young, tight brown skin had gone ashen with the gods’ friendly ole’, ancient affliction. And the whites of her eyes lifted burgundy irises to the lavender sky. Vanuva made a quivering smile,… Read More