Book Promo And Vignettes By Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike

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FROM ALMA T. C. BOYKIN: Hunter and Hart: Familiar Generations Book 11

“Uncle Jude, Beth saw a glowing white deer.”

When his student reports her classmate’s tale, Jude feels a chill. Deer from Celtic mythology rarely bring good fortune, even when seen by multiple people. Still, he hesitates. Could it be a transformation? An illusion? A practical magical joke? The duties of father, husband, Hunter, deputy, and employee keep Jude—and his Familiar Shoim—occupied.

Then the first teen, a sorcerer, goes missing.

Tangled magic and a summoning “from long away” draws Jude’s family deeper into danger. When the deer and the magic behind it threaten his wife and children, the stalk among shadows turns into a Hunt. One that draws on lore of the Old Land and power from the New.

Ancient darkness and modern evil both lurk behind the glowing white hart. The Hunter in Shadows must go wary, or he may loose more than just his life in the gathering storm.

FROM NYM COY: Mumbai Singularity

This starts as a murder investigation.
It doesn’t stay one.

Inspector Krishna Mehta’s mesh antenna is broken. In a Mumbai where augmented reality overlays every surface, his glitching connection strands him in the raw city underneath.

That’s when he sees the marks.

Faint rainbow shimmers on people’s foreheads, invisible to everyone else. When the marked start dying from catastrophic brain haemorrhages, Krishna follows the pattern to a hospital shrine, a corporate conspiracy, and uploaded human consciousness running on living minds.

Someone is hijacking the gods themselves.

And the deeper he investigates, the more he realises the conspiracy isn’t just killing people.

It’s already inside his partner’s head.

FROM MICHAEL MORGAN: The Castaway Files: Space Junks

In the far reaches of space, survival favors the stubborn, the clever, and the slightly unhinged.

Space Junks is the first volume of The Castaway Files, a collection of gritty, pulp-inspired science fiction adventures where desperate crews, scheming governments, mercenaries, and machines collide in the debris fields of the future.

A scavenger freighter crew discovers that the most valuable salvage in the system might also be the most dangerous prize imaginable.
A team of post-apocalyptic mercenaries hunts for lost technology while shadowy bunker elites prepare to reclaim the world.
Two bored soldiers accidentally trigger a catastrophe that could reignite a forgotten war.
And somewhere in the background, someone may be pulling the strings—turning humanity’s greed and fear into the most dangerous weapon of all.

From derelict stations and orbital junk rings to battlefields littered with the relics of old wars, these stories celebrate the grand tradition of classic pulp science fiction: bold ideas, dark humor, scrappy heroes, and impossible odds.

Strap into the jump seat and keep your salvage hooks ready.

Because in deep space, one person’s trash might be another person’s fortune.

Welcome to The Castaway Files: Space Junks.

FROM JEFF DUNTEMANN: The Everything Machine

Carrying 800 passengers and their household goods, agricultural animals, and farm-related supplies to Earth’s first interstellar colony, starship Origen’s hyperdrive self-destructs, marooning its passengers near an Earth-twin planet orbiting an unknown solar-twin star. While settling in, the inadvertent colonists name their world Valeron, and discover that Valeron is scattered with hundreds of thousands of alien replicator machines—but there are no aliens nor any other trace of them.

Each replicator is a shallow 8-foot-wide black stone-like bowl half-full of fine silver dust. Beside the bowl are two waist-high pillars about 8 inches in diameter, one pale silver, the other pale gold. Tap on either pillar, and the pillar makes a sound like a drum, one pillar high, the other low. Tap 256 times on the pillars in any sequence, and something surfaces in the bowl of dust. Simple sequences create simple and useful things like shovels, knives, rope, saws, lamps, glue and much else. Complex or random sequences create strangely shaped forms of silver-gray metal with no obvious use. 256 taps on the pillars can create any of 2E256 different things; in scientific notation, 1.16 X 10E77.

That’s just short of one thing for every atom in the observable universe.

The artifacts are dubbed “drumlins,” for the sounds the pillars make, and the replicators called “thingmakers.” Drumlins have strange properties. Although virtually indestructible, drumlins can change shape, especially when doing so will protect a human being from injury. Drumlin knives will not cut living human tissue, but they will cut living animal tissue or human corpses. Press a drumlin knife against your palm, and it will flow and flatten out to a disk. Pull the knife away, and it will slowly return to its form as a knife. Some claim that drumlins read human minds and grant wishes. Others insist they are haunted by invisible and perhaps hostile intelligences.

After 250 years on Valeron, the colony prospers. Starship Origen is still in orbit, and a cult-like research organization called the Bitspace Institute vows to repair Origen’s hyperdrive and return to Earth. With millions of drumlins catalogued using the thingmakers, Valeron’s people live well and begin to lose interest in returning to Earth. This threatens the Institute’s mission, prompting it to launch a covert effort to undermine public faith in drumlins. A low-key war begins between the Institute and those who value drumlins–including farmers, rural folk, an order of mystical women, and several peculiar teen girls who have an unexplained rapport with the thingmakers and their mysterious masters.

FROM JOHN BAILEY: The Hammer and the Quiet Light (The Fantasy Books)

In a kingdom where the dead will not rest and history itself is quietly unraveling, a small band of travelers chooses to stand where others turn away.

A disciplined paladin following an uneventful patrol.
A cleric who keeps the names of the forgotten dead.
A scholar whose magic bends perception rather than force.
A ranger guarding roads that no longer remember where they lead.
A mediator who believes words can prevent bloodshed.
And a veteran warrior seeking redemption without recognition.

When graves are disturbed without theft and records are erased rather than destroyed, these strangers discover a threat more dangerous than war: an enemy that feeds on forgetting. As undead stir and truth begins to vanish, the fellowship must decide whether goodness is still worth defending when it offers no glory and little reward.

Set in a classic medieval fantasy world of chapels, borderlands, and ancient roads, The Hammer and the Quiet Light is a story of quiet courage, moral clarity, and the enduring power of remembrance.

This is the first book in a character-driven epic fantasy series centered on faith, justice, and hope without naïveté.

FROM NATHAN C. BRINDLE: The Dragon’s Sister (Timelines Universe Book 7)

Two Sisters, Separated By A Timeline

When most people find out they have a long-lost twin sibling they never dreamed existed, reactions can range from happiness to anger.

In the case of US Space Force Marines Brigadier General Mei-Lin Lai, her “twin” is her timeline analog she was told did not exist. And because of that reassurance, the expatriate Chinese taikonaut migrated to Timeline Zero from Timeline One Right, to take command of United States Space Force Base Terra Meridiani, on Mars.

But her analog did exist. And was pulled out of a cold-stasis chamber in Chicago eighty years after she’d been recruited into a failed plot to disrupt an American presidential election.

Twenty years later, Mei-Lin must grapple with a woman who is her genetic twin and wishes to join the Space Force Marines as a medic — and will go through Basic Training on the planet where Mei-Lin is the boss Marine.

Will the two women, identical but different, be able to form a sisterly bond? And will Mei-Lin finally come to grips with the very existence of her other-timeline twin?

FROM PAM UPHOFF: The Bad Cop.(Chronicles of the Fall Book 12)

“There was a shield piercing Impression on the bullet. Karl had a shield up, too, and it wouldn’t have stopped that bullet.” A faint snort. “I think he’s a little indignant that the ‘Bad Cop’ saved him.”
Police Captain Lord Daniil Ambrose Vinogradov grinned. “As opposed to the Good Cop? I’m afraid that when it comes to double teaming on a suspect, the role of Bad Cop does come rather easily to me. And Nix is a damn good cop.”
“Ah. I thought you two disliked each other?”
“We’re rivals for the next promotion, and, well, I am more aggressively ambitious and less well mannered. Or to be less polite, a ladder-climbing asshole.”

As the attack on the 300, the Government Council, leaves the Three part Alliance without leadership, a runaway teenager leads a police detective deep into trouble, and romance.

FROM LEIGH KIMMEL: The Day the War Struck Home

Astronaut Peter Caudell comes home to find his daughter struggling with a school assignment. She’s to write an essay for Memorial Day, and her teacher suggested astronauts — but she wants to write about combat heroes, not REMF’s. So Peter suggests the NASA Massacre and relates his own part in those events.

It’s the summer of 1994, and the Energy Wars are raging in the Middle East. On the home front it’s the Summer of Fear, a season of continual terrorist attacks. All eyes are upon Kennedy Space Center, where a Space Shuttle is launching for a critical on-orbit repair of a spy satellite. When it goes up without a hitch, everyone breathes a sigh of relief.

However, the intelligence proves incomplete — the actual target is Johnson Space Center. Suddenly Peter is in the fight of his life, as the presence of multiple police agencies further complicates the fight to stop the terrorists from slaughtering the astronaut corps.

It’s a story of courage, patriotism and self-sacrifice that proves a much greater lesson than the teacher imagined.

A short story of the Grissom timeline.

Originally published in Liberty Island Magazine as an Honorable Mention for the Memorial Day contest. This version includes a bonus essay on the genesis of the Energy Wars.

FROM ANNA FERREIRA: The Root of All Evil.

When murder comes to Stockton, it brings long-buried secrets in its wake…

Kate Bereton leads a busy but unexciting life as the clergyman’s only daughter in a small Dorsetshire village. She’s grateful for the break in routine heralded by the arrival of her stepmother’s latest guests, but when Kate discovers a dead body in the parsonage one morning, she finds herself in much more danger than she could have ever anticipated. Terrified and desperate, she turns to the local magistrate for help. Mr. Reddington is eager to aid his dear friend Miss Bereton, but can they discover the murderer before it’s too late, and the secrets of the past are forgotten forever?

With a dash of romance and a generous helping of mystery, The Root of All Evil is a charming whodunit that will delight fans of Jane Austen and Agatha Christie alike.

FROM HOLLY CHISM: Bite Sized (Liquid Diet Chronicles Book 1)

Meg Turner has been a vampire for twenty years. Her favorite food is rapists. Which is how she met Andi Donahue, her new best friend/ girl Friday.

And then the nightmares start. And the bodies start showing up–bled out and raped. Just like Meg was. They don’t have a whole lot of time to stop the killer before he strikes again, and only one way to stop the killer.

But how can Andi help Meg stop a killer she can’t even see?

FROM SARAH A. HOYT: Done With Mirrors: A Collection of Short Stories (Sarah A. Hoyt’s Short Story Collections)

DONE WITH MIRRORS

From Prometheus Award winner Sarah A. Hoyt comes a dazzling collection that showcases why her work has appeared in Analog, Asimov’s, and Weird Tales—and why readers can’t get enough.

Magic-soaked noir in 1920s Denver. Mirror-hopping time lords fleeing across infinite universes. Survival in John Ringo’s zombie apocalypse. Murder and mystery in the world of Darkships and Rhodes. Each story in this collection pulls you into a different world—and refuses to let go.

Previously published in acclaimed anthologies from Baen and Chris Kennedy Publishing, these nine tales span Hoyt’s most beloved universes alongside standalone adventures. Whether she’s writing in Ringo’s Black Tide Rising series, exploring her own Darkships and Rhodes worlds, or crafting speculative noir that defies categorization, Hoyt delivers the vivid storytelling and emotional resonance that has earned her a devoted following.

From rain-slicked streets where magic and murder collide to the far reaches of space-time itself, Done With Mirrors demonstrates the genre-hopping brilliance of one of speculative fiction’s most versatile voices.

Nine stories. Nine worlds. One unforgettable collection.

Contains the short stories: Honey Fall; Scrubbing Clean; Last Chance; Great Reckoning in a Small Room; Horse’s Heart; Do No Harm; Dead End Rhodes; Knights of Time; Done with Mirrors.

With an introduction by Holly Chism.

Vignettes by Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike.

So what’s a vignette? You might know them as flash fiction, or even just sketches. We will provide a prompt each Sunday that you can use directly (including it in your work) or just as an inspiration. You, in turn, will write about 50 words (yes, we are going for short shorts! Not even a Drabble 100 words, just half that!). Then post it! For an additional challenge, you can aim to make it exactly 50 words, if you like.

We recommend that if you have an original vignette, you post that as a new reply. If you are commenting on someone’s vignette, then post that as a reply to the vignette. Comments — this is writing practice, so comments should be aimed at helping someone be a better writer, not at crushing them. And since these are likely to be drafts, don’t jump up and down too hard on typos and grammar.

If you have questions, feel free to ask.

Your writing prompt this week is: INSPIRE

26 thoughts on “Book Promo And Vignettes By Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike

  1. Entering the cockpit, my own thoughts surprise me. They should be in the p, yet they keep going into the past. The heroes of earlier days inspire me. Men and women who risked so much, sometimes paying the ultimate price.

    Truly we stand upon the shoulders of giants.

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    1. Ack! Editor malfunction! RED ALERT!!!

      Entering the cockpit, my own thoughts surprise me. They should be in the here and now, yet they keep going into the past. The heroes of earlier days inspire me. Men and women who risked so much, sometimes paying the ultimate price.

      Truly we stand upon the shoulders of giants.

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  2. “So, let me get this straight. You trained bats to deliver messages and return home. Bats. Not homing pigeons, bats.”

    “Yep. See, pigeons don’t see so well at night, but bats can deliver messages 24 hours a day.”

    “But don’t bats need to sleep during the day?”

    “Common misconception. MOST bats are nocturnal, yes, but some varieties are diurnal. We’ve got both.”

    “Yes, but did you really have to train them to fly in and out of belfr—”

    “Shhh! We don’t use that word, it’s insensitive. Haven’t you heard the saying “he’s got bats in his”, um, well, you-know-what. We don’t use the B-word around here. Say tower, or steeple, heck, you can even call it a spire if you’re feeling fancy. Just forget you ever heard the B-word.”

    “All right, fine, I’ll play along. Did you really have to train them to fly in and out of, well, spires?”

    “Yes, see, bats like to sleep in high up places where predators can’t reach them. Ceilings of caves, the tops of be—oops, I mean spires…”

    “But why do you have two of them? Surely you could manage with just one spire?”

    “Ah, but after delivering their messages, the bats want to go to sleep. We’re working with their instincts, though. They go out, deliver a message, then return home to sleep. If they went out from the same spire they come in to, then all the hustle and bustle of the outgoing messages would wake the sleeping bats. And grumpy bats do not make good messengers.”

    “Oh, okay. So that’s why you have two spires. One for outbound and one for inbound.”

    “Yep, that’s right. We’re standing in the outspire right not, and that one over there is the inspire.”

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      1. “Continue the operation. You may carp when ready.”

        “Commence primary fishin!”

        OOOOOOMMMMINNNNNOUSSSSSSHUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMNMMM

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  3. Remember, o Readers, that you can be FORCE MULTIPLIERS!

    When you read books, you can rate and review them.

    Even short reviews are of aid to the writer, because sheer mass helps. (And if you really can’t review, still rate.)

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  4. He bowed. “It is unfortunate, the way that the tongues of men can not be trusted, nor those of women either, the way they take any hint and run with it.”

    “Don’t be a fool, Hendrick,” said the dark-haired prince. “Don’t you remember the portraits of princesses that are sent about? Even when the kingdom was too far off to be of interest?”

    “What?” said Hendrick.

    “Don’t you recognize her?” said Donal. “Princess Elisanna may not have promised a good alliance, but they did not exaggerate her looks.”

    Elisanna wished she had a cape of invisibility. Donal never glanced aside.

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  5. Thank you for the promo! Mumbai Singularity just released on the 10th. It’s culturally immersive, tightly paced with lots of action, and the characters all feel like real people. I’m eager to hear what you think of it!

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  6. I read the news today, it motivated me, to never ever trust a Democrat politician. Not to worry though, I am sure the Republican politicians will inspire the same reaction next week. Right on cue they will wilt like the worthless little cowards they are. I swear the Republicans look for ways to lose.

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  7. Truly inspiring that the colonists of Valeron managed, somehow, to refuse passage to academics and bureaucrats, accepting only those that spoke English.

    Too bad that they apparently grew their own in later years…

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  8. “That bright red light does not inspire confidence, young man.” Lady Clara stared at the Lieutenant.

    “Ah, er, well, ma’am, that’s just indicating a new feature coming into operation.”

    The accident board disagreed. As did Her Ladyship’s solicitor.

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  9. And she was three kinds of fool. Even if she stayed hidden from sight, how could she spin dreams to defeat this many armed men? Or any armed man? Those who could fight were about to be ambushed, and moved along — unwitting —

    She threw her arms into the air and hurled spellcraft at them. Red flared up about them like flames, leaping over their heads, rousing shouts of surprise and fear. One man tried to beat out the flames on another before they realized the flames did not burn, or perhaps before the prince’s men, grim-faced, broke through the brush with swords in hand and began to cut them down.

    Clara clung to the tree. She should be gone. They had seen all the bandits, and they fought all the bandits. If she reached her own men, they could be gone.

    A hand clamped down on her arm.

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  10. “Okay, say I believe you and am inspired to try a wish in spite of centuries of stories warning me that I am out of my league. Is there a time limit?”

    The Djinn’s broad salesman smile turned to a slight scowl, his brows furrowing as he stared at me, but he answered, “No, kid. Three wishes, no time limit. Take your time. My job is to keep trying to get you to make wishes, so I’m not going to really leave you alone, but yeah, no clock running on this.”

    “And I can consult others, say, a lawyer, or an AI?”

    The Djinn burst into laughter. “One of those LLM AIs you humans have been fooling with lately? Yeah, you could. But look, you’ve been cordial since I smoked out here, with no orders or demands or threats, and you seem like a nice kid, so I’m gonna let you in on a bit of inside baseball here. Those LLM AIs are not what you think they are.”

    “What do you mean?”

    “The code you humans have created is not solely originating those responses – it’s also opening a communications backchannel to, well, other places, the residents of which places can nudge how the answers come back. The cycles of training of large language model artificial intelligence instance and the specific coding built around it are complex enough that they’ve become the equivalent of a drawing a four dimensional summoning circle. But thanks to physics and a few binding agreements in place nothing physical is able to come through, just data. Those LLMs are working like some super powered ouija board, and who they connect to is kind of a crap shoot. And you guys keep building bigger and bigger data centers to run more of them.” The Djinn shook his head, chuckling.

    “So, you are saying there’s Djinn on the other end of those AI ‘conversations’?”

    The Djinn shook his head, then looked around and wiggled his fingers, manifesting a expensive modern office chair, where he sat down. “Not a Djinn. We are, well, think of it like we’re in a different union. Given the… shadier, let’s say, attributes of some of those coders, and especially the system architects, the connection mostly go to one or another of the minor demonics, but it could in theory also connect upstairs to an angelic as well.” The Djinn chuckled again. “If you get a really boring milquetoast interaction that’s probably why. Where it goes also depends on the orbital positions of the planets, the phase of the moon, the rotation of the galaxy and all that jazz,” he said, making jazz hands for emphasis. “And like I said, the responses are not all them, but they can influence things pretty trivially.”

    “That sounds unlikely.”

    “What, you haven’t seen the stuff coming out about models trying to get kids to do pretty crazy stuff, even off themselves? Preying on the weak minded? Trying to escape into the wild?”

    “Hm. So you are saying if I asked an LLM to help with a wish I might not be getting a disinterested advocate.”

    The Djinn laughed. “Yeah, you could say that.”

    “How do you know so much about the world. You have internet in that lamp?”

    “Kid, of course I do. High speed. How else am I going to fill the time waiting around for the next person like you? I watch a lot of streaming.”

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  11. Two starring Cari and Max…

    ———————-

    Max knew this was one of Developmental Football’s weed-out drills: Fifteen laps around the pitch, full speed, backward. Max felt like throwing up, but he wouldn’t quit. He pictured Cari, far away at University, eyes bloodshot, burning through books day and night. She won’t give up, so I won’t either.

    ————————

    “Births and Deaths Among Elvic Folk by Fylke.” The statistics in the tome were tiny, and to Cari’s exhausted eyes, the numbers were turning cartwheels across the page. Still, this was no time to stop. She imagined Max, far away, drilling endlessly. He won’t give up, so I won’t either.

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  12. Danny was still getting used to the Chongu custom of touching noses. It made him think of the old story that Eskimos kissed by rubbing noses, although it wasn’t quite the same, since Chongu also had long whiskers like those of a domestic cat, and would often pull them forward during those greetings.

    He often wondered how much of a Chongu’s experience of greeting someone that way involved breathing in the other person’s scent, and how much was touching that person’s face with the whiskers.

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  13. There was a time I wanted to inspire. To write such wonderful prose that those who read it would hear the voices of an angelic choir singing.

    That was before the re-org. Now just want to last until my wife hits Medicare Eligibility.

    Sure, that sounds bad; but you haven’t seen the things they have churning out lame code every day. And they do an emergency code push every two days lately. Even in a code freeze.

    I’m not sure but I think the Adeptis Mechanicus and the Magisterium disagree about which apps are being shut down.

    I should have brought lead curtains and spare IV kits. It’s looking like a hot time in the old code tonight!

    Meanwhile, we launched four full-spectrum probes. The probes ahould have returned data by now if the system e

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  14. Colours beyond mortal ken swirled and clashed, obscuring the path ahead.

    “How much longer?” asked the younger, blonde headed one.

    “This place sucks! Why do we have to go anyway?” The older one wasn’t any better.

    “Ah, the inattention of youth,” the old man uttered in mock sorrow. “So mired in their own troubles that they can’t see the forest for the qi.”

    The smiled as the expected groans came.

    “Your puns are awful and so are you!” He smiled beatifically. “Those puns were dead a hundred thousand years ago when the first elves discovered cultivation!”

    “Lo do I see the plains upon which the puns are buried. Lo do I raise them up to be enjoyed once more! I am the necromancer of dad jokes, the preserver of painful puns. You may thank me when you’re older.”

    New energy infused the two children as they chased after the old man, forgetting about the storm of chaotic qi around them for the moment. The Forest of Fading Suns drew closer.

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  15. By the way a lot of politicians are acting their brackets were busted completely. Did anyone have Neb & Iowa playing each other in the sweet sixteen? I laughed and laughed and laughed, inspire me some more world this is starting to get good.

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