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Warp Riders!

Thanks to the Orb, they’d been living large outside of time — until it all came crashing down.

Stranded on a strange moon, four space pirates and one stowaway find themselves forced to discover what comes next.

Warp Riders is a fast paced, pulpy, and sapphic orb-and-planet novella. It grew out of a NaNoWriMo tweetfic, and since then I’ve polished it up quite a bit.

If you’d like to read it for free, I’m running it in small chapters like a webcomic online - catch up and subscribe right here

But I’m also offering it as a pdf and epub, and all the money raised there will go to me getting it properly set up for professional level self publishing, including funding me drawing interior illustrations.

Pick up a copy for yourself hereand I’ll send you updated versions as they happen!

If you love a little magic in your sci-fi, a little space wizardry spiced with queer romance, this might be your jam?

(ok what if I ran the chapters on tumblr too?)

(I’m throwing chapter 1 in here to whet your appetites - the rest will be in their own posts!)

Warp Riders

Chapter 1

The thing was, they’d been living out of time for … well, some time, and maybe more than anything else it was the feeling of time, real time – linear time – passing, that made the planet grate on her so much.

They’d been there for something like 30 hours so far. The planet – well, honestly, it was a moon – was facing the lit side of a gas giant, and night never really fell. The lighting options seemed to be either a greenish sunlight or a warm planet-lit dusk. It made the Captain uncomfortable.

Their poor fallen ship was immersed in a briny lake at the moment, but there had been a couple hours under that green sun where the pull of that gas giant had tugged the water away, and she’d got a good look at it.

And they got some supplies out, which was the main thing.

The Bosun had a proper camp set up above the high tide line an hour after that, and the Engineer got her surveying equipment out, and the Navigatrix laid out all her charts on the flat slabs and got down to work figuring out where they’d landed.

The Stowaway even sat down and started putting a cooking fire together with dried lakeweed, following the Bosun’s instructions.

But the Captain didn’t really know what to do with herself, to be honest.