I’ve got a massive backlist out there, but I’m focusing mostly on my indie releases now, which a lot of my readers haven’t heard of yet. So we’re going to be putting up excerpts of the indie work I’ve done—both full length and short collections, each Wednesday, to encourage you to give my new work a try.
Today’s excerpt comes from Fury’s Magic.
Series Page: Fury Unbound
Book Page to find buy links: Fury’s Magic
“You’re a Theosian, aren’t you?” The voice interrupted my thoughts.
I looked up to see a ratty-looking bogey staring at me from the opposite seat. Actually, he looked like one of the Broken rather than a bogey. He seemed more sad and vague than scary.
“Yes, I am.” There was no use denying it. We all had an aura about us and while not everybody could place us at first look, eventually most people figured out we weren’t human. I flashed him a smile.
The man was wearing a threadbare jacket. His jeans were grungy and beneath the jacket, he was wearing a wrinkled plaid shirt. His cap was pulled down over his ears, and his shoes had holes in the toe box. The soles were probably worn through, as well.
He returned the smile with several missing teeth. “Do you live around here?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I do. You?” It never hurt to chitchat with strangers on the train unless they were batshit crazy. Never knew what kind of info you might pick up.
“I live at Evermore.” He held up a government identity tag that hung around his neck. That explained a lot.
Evermore was an institution. Facilities, they called them now. Rules were in by the shelter’s designated curfew for dinner, stay the night, then out in the morning after a sparse breakfast. The “shelters” offered showers, and the barest of a health ward.
Anybody down on their luck could apply, but only if they agreed to be chipped and put to work at any job the Conglomerate saw fit to hand out. In return, they could stay as long as they liked. The shelters for men and women were segregated, and if families applied, their children were thrown into government foster care. It was a rough life, and one I wouldn’t wish on an enemy.