Threads of Canor is a Science Fiction/Fantasy Series consisting of ‘Every One Fight’ and the upcoming ‘Sector Bomb’ novels with future installments planned. In the tradition of the great ‘what if’, the hard questions are asked in personal terms. For more information, read on. Optionally, read my Smashwords Interview.
Every One Fight – Threads of Canor Book One
Masurani was set to run professionally when her father dies in a terrorist attack. Between puberty and grief she pursues the martial arts only to refuse an invitation to join the government backed KnightsMage. Entrapped by a devious street fighter and forced to turn professional, Petulant promises to reveal the nature of her father’s death, but can she survive this match and learn the truth?
He twisted and I wailed. He’d broken my arm clean in two places, just above my shoulder and below my elbow. He could have just as easily ripped it off. The crowd thundered so loudly I nearly drowned in the noise of it. The shrieking pain made me instantly nauseous. He backhanded me into the threaded rails and all I could do was hang on them.
Sector Bomb – Threads of Canor Book Two
Was it a bomb or magic? Sector 9 is leveled, hundreds dead, thousands injured and in dire need. While the Alliance of Courts decides how best to curtail costs, Representative Castlegar of Whitegraft charges ex-cop Aaran Coates and android associate Buddy Namiki to prevent another attack.
“What is the threat?”
I faltered. “I meant ‘what are the Drimas threatening to do?’”
“What do Drimas do best? They’ll wire the lot of ’em.”
“Popular support will not impress the Crown,” I said.
“It will if it’s done peacefully,” Aaran murmured.
“Even if these immigrants are augmented against their will?”
Bold Curves – A Short Story Anthology
Aaran has a problem with her other self, and overcoming this individual somehow results in her becoming entrusted with the lives of many who cannot otherwise protect themselves. In a post-apocalyptic world survived by a handful of cities and off-planet colonies, Aaran is beset by constant threats against her and her closest allies. She will not be put down, however …
“You did. I thought you might.”
I started, momentarily frightened. Was my voice really that sultry? Sensual? Sexual? What the blasted frame was I thinking, talking to people like that? She was behind me, naturally, so I turned and drank deeply. She didn’t seem to mind much, but then I was treating her to the same show.
A Thief at the Gala – MLP:FiM Fanfiction Novel
A mysterious crown claiming scrolls, a monster with a taste for ponies! How will Doctor Whooves and Forelock Holmes unearth the truth behind the threat? What is Vallade’s real target and why is he so fascinated with Ditzy Do?
“How dare he! What right has he to our throne? What claim can he lay to our crown? Forelock, who is this pony?!” As she bore down on him the room itself began to darken, shadows grasping for any light source as if to snuff them all out. “I demand to know!”
Forelock’s portrayed a stormless repose, eyes matching hers in an embrace of icy detachment. John was unnerved to realize how alike the two were. Luna’s challenge met and matched by the peerless detective? Dr. Trotson began to wonder how long they could carry on.