While the water purifier played with that, I scanned the dead grub using my handheld. The results informed me that, basically, the grub was a bag of water, protein, fat, and sugar.

“Dinner,” Chas suggested.

Gods help me. “If we run out of rations.” And shoe leather.

— The Spires of Turris




I’m deep into the sequel to Shaper and the next two installments of London Wells. Also, I plan to release the werewolf category romance Pressing Shift this summer.