Short Story: Diner at the Edge of Time

Two diners discussing the meaning of life in the shadow of Himinbjorg.

Short Story: The Settling of Albion

Follows is my retelling of the first peopling of the Island called Albion, today England. Everybody loves origin stories. Come get yours today, ye sons of Albion and Her children. Here there be Giants.

Or not. Whatever floats your boat or sinks your dinghy.

Short Story: Golem

Can Agent Rick stop King Charles III in time to save the weather? Probably not. What hijinks ensue? Who cares? Keep calm and hate ZOG!

Short Story: Wagon

My first attempt in a very long while at writing Asatru fiction. I wrote this as a tributary during the week of Winterfinding, or Mason. I have worked some rationale into the narrative, but I suspect some of my regular readers will see at once the converging influences I have used as inspiration. Feel free to question or comment if you're moved to. No spoilers, you'll have to read. Or not. Boats and dinghies.

Short Story: The Conspirator

An Agent Rick Story. When ZOG uncovers a plot to uncover their plot to cover a plot about Vaccines, Agent Rick is sent to discreetly dispatch of the Conspirator. Can he do it? Read on.

Short Story: Pearl of Great Price

Maybe this means something to you, maybe it doesn't. It means something to me, but that doesn't need to mean anything to you. If it does, let me know- if you like. If it doesn't, than happy Wōdensdæg to you. Whatever floats your boat or sinks your dinghy.

Wæs þu hāl, cȳþþu. And Agent Rick.

Short Story: Magick Missile

An Agent Rick Story. Our intrepid Agent is called into work after LARPing GTA to stop a Rogue Wizard. Shenanigans ensue.

Short Story: Requiem for a Nerd

A modern day faerie tale with dark humour. What would happen if a nerd got his wish, and was reborn in The Dark Ages? Caveat your emptors, the tropes are hot to trot with this one. Evil landladies, brigands, highwaymen and witch burning- oh my.

Short Story: Sesh

An Agent Rick Story.

Agent Rick goes to therapy. Better call the poles, because the results may shock you ............................................................................................................................... They probably won't.