“Lucita!” The call of challenge echoed through the empty foyer as Magdalena stopped at the foot of the grand staircase. There was no response; the mansion stayed as quiet as the grave. Had she not tracked the sorceress to its front gates, she would have believed it an abandoned estate; and were it not for the dim and ghostly flicker of the candle sconces atop the stairs, she would have believed it uninhabited still. “Lucita! Show ...

Y’all’re a quiet bunch on Patreon, but I actually get a fair amount of interaction through Twitter and email!  Interesting! Two questions received, two questions answered.  Onward with the interrogation!   Q:  Have you actually done the things you write about? A:  Some of them! People usually ask me this about the more ‘taboo’ topics, because it’s titillating.  However, you’ll understand tha...

I was late. Not, you know, late: I’d been on the pill for two years; I wasn’t stupid. But I was late for curfew — again — because I was an adult and too old to have a curfew, no matter what my parents said. “It’s a school night, Kenzie.” “It’s not safe, Kenzie.” “Sleep is important, Kenzie.” What-fucking-ever. It’s not like I didn’t get good grades; I wa...

Okay, I realized that my last poll/Q&A was also called ‘October Q&A’, but that’s my bad.  Since the poll/questions were opened in October, these are still October answers, even though they’re in November.  I’ll try to be more consistent going forward! The poll results were asking primarily to see more about ‘Mary’ (poor girl) and ‘Rules of the Game’ featuring Sanneke and Da...

David Zhang was a well-built man of Chinese ancestry, with emphasis on the ‘built’. Just shy of 5’7”, he was short by Western standards but his muscles made him anything but small. Life on Christmas Island had been good to him, and daily routines of jogging, weight lifting, and physical labor had transformed the once-average man into an impressive chiseled physique. Jia had jokingly once referred to him as China’s answer to Ca...