Short story - A deep-space exploration crew is hired to locate a long-lost generation ship, one among many treasure hunts that will likely lead nowhere. What they find is a civilization in desperate peril of which they are not even aware and a dangerous piece of technology in the hands of a species not yet ready to use it. Previously published in "The Galaxy Chronicles" by Windrift Books, 2015
I am a first generation Canadian currently and out of necessity residing on planet Earth (which, in the general and interplanetary scheme of things could REALLY use a catchier name, if you ask me. I mean, imagine heading past Proxima Centauri and someone asks you whence you came and you tell them "dirt". All theological implications aside, that just won't do.)
My first full-length work of fiction, Flight To Exile, is a fantasy which, I just realized, takes place on a planet that doesn't have a name at all and blurs the line between sci-fi and fantasy in ways that are probably illegal.
I then headed out far beyond Proxima Centauri and found a nifty story that soon turned into a Space Opera complete with wormholes and improbable laser guns. What fun. Laws of physics need not apply if you find a way to explain them away. The series stars Nova Whiteside as a space marine whose pesky humanity keeps getting in the way of her doing her job according to protocol. Currently, there are five books in the series, with three more planned.
When not finding ways to torture my subjects or entice them with inter-species hanky-panky, I design web sites or write about designing web sites. I enjoy long walks on the beach or, given the local beach shortage, write about beaches far beyond Proxima Centauri.