Delilah: Part Nine

Fair warning: this is your last Delilah snippet! Yes, it ends on a cliffhanger. Get on the list to see the ending for zero dollars, or hold on for a store link. If you haven’t encountered the awesome of Delilah before, start at the beginning. The room had one exit, a double door leading further into the facility. A double door meant they were used to taking people through here on a gurney. It was secured, biometrics and link security barring entry. Her optics scanned the room beyond, giving her overlay something to work with. It looked like another guard facility, desks and coffee machines and humans arrayed around. Delilah didn’t care about desks and coffee machines, but she cared about the three guards. They were already moving towards the door. Perfect. One less thing to hack. She waited for them Read More …

Remastering at Speed

Y’all want to see how the work on Upgrade’s remaster is coming along? Truth, it’s taking longer than I reckoned. My writing back in the day was … well, let’s agree my craft has progressed a shade or two since then. I’m really pleased with how it’s turning out, but to get to the satisfaction point I need to wade through the mire first. ICYMI, I mentioned I’m re-editing Upgrade prior to the sequel. This quick vid shows just how much of each chapter is changed. I’m keeping it pure so Han still shoots first, but also making it cleaner (read: deleting shit even I don’t understand anymore).

An Upgraded Upgrade

Yeah, I went there with the post title. Upgrade is the book I am most asked for a sequel for. Sadly, it didn’t sell very well, so I never completed the next two (2!) books I’d planned in the series. Upgrade offers a complete story, but it leaves the door open for said sequels, leaving many people with nothing to do but send me angry emails with the subject: Where is the fucking Upgrade sequel?! I hear you. So, you’ll get the next story before year’s end (assuming I don’t get cancer and die first, or something else as dire … new kittens arrived, and they’re hell on productivity). Before I launch the new book, I need to ask myself a really important question. Why didn’t the first one sell well? I’d originally dismissed lackluster sales a result of people not Read More …

Delilah: Part Eight

We’re getting close to the end. If this story is new to you, why not start at the beginning? Tarmac Bourbon was how she’d left it, minus Ranger Rusty on the door. Delilah figured him for needing time in the chair too. Those repairs wouldn’t come cheap, but that was life in the syndicates. The air car disgorged Delilah, Scott, and Lily onto wet asphalt, rising into the sky in a roar of turbines and a spray of driven rain. Delilah caught Sampson’s eyes as the door shut between them, hope lost, gone, like it had never been. They’d be taking him to a reprogramming facility. Reed would connect a hard line and hack his link storage. Extract his secrets. It felt like too big a thing to worry about. Beer was easier to focus on. She stepped into Tarmac Read More …

Delilah: Part Seven

If you and Delilah haven’t met, go introduce yourself. Who was already on the move, trying to get a little cover. They’d made it to a marble statue near the entrance. She would have shrugged in a more relaxed situation — just because you were handed a coilgun didn’t mean you knew what it could do. These mercs seemed to have no idea. She took another breath in, then squeezed the coilgun’s trigger for two and a half seconds. Over fifty rounds punctured the walls of the house, chattering into the statue, shedding marble like big chunks of hail. Her EM emitter was still raining confusion to the mercs outside, and the bullets delivered judgement that the EM couldn’t. The merc’s body dissolved on her overlay, wireframe distributing into a wider area. Good effect on target. The third merc hadn’t Read More …

Delilah: Part Six

If this is your first encounter with Delilah, you should introduce yourself from the beginning. A year. A little longer than Oliver. But not long enough to explain the syndicates’ war with Sampson. “You’ve been a player for a lot longer than that.” “No human deserves to live at another’s feet.” The chair whined as it turned Sampson to follow her movements, the room’s sound system speaking for him. Delilah wondered what his real voice had been like. Whether it had been this melodious. Whether he’d been a dancer, or a fighter, or just a walker, trying to get by, before his body was taken from him. “They hammered me into this chair because they preyed on my pride, Delilah. I was bearding the lion in its den long before Reed’s current interest. They’re just the latest to take it personally. Read More …