Aphelion: A Cyberpunk-lite Web Serial

#zombie apocalypse #slow burn #cyberpunk-lite #soulmagic #soul links #a tiny bit of horror #hope in the face of darkness #rated m for language because Varrett is a potty mouth

In a world where tech runs off the concept of one’s soul and where dragons steady cosmic scales, heroes are shaped in the shadow of an ancient grudge.

Horizon’s Crown was an Earther triumph; a stage at the frontier of known space, a city of hope and dreams and infinite potential.
Then one man bit another.
Now, under the watchful eye of its orbital island, it straddles the line between dead and dying; a city of nightmares and endless sorrow.            

Varrett Vild Vickers belongs into a pilot’s chair. He’s meant to dodge asteroids, to race dragons, not chase credits so he can pay rent while HC’s major demographic clicks its teeth at him and tries to eat his face off. But it’s fine. Really. He copes.

Or that’s what he tells himself, all the way until a woman falls from the sky and turns his already upside-down life very sharply sideways. 

Armed with nothing but her worst-kept secret and a ledger of lies, Sophya Soulwright tricks her way into Horizon’s Crown, looking for redemption and for meaning to a life she never held dear.
What she finds instead is a city trying its hardest to live, and a man who courts death every step of the way. He’s infuriating, tireless, and he’s her only hope.

They wish they’d never met. 

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Aphelion is a work in progress and will be updated with new chapters and behind the scenes elements as it matures. My intention is to explore Horizon’s Crown alongside Varrett and Sophya, so expect the pacing to not be ideal at times. The eventual end result will be polished accordingly!

A Shielding Thing: Day 0

When I was twelve or so, I was neck deep in imagining a world that knew no boundaries, where one day little Taff would chop at the air with a lightsaber, and the other she’d battle fierce Xenomorphs.  Or why not both at once?  It was a world, where velociraptors were friendly, and horses had feathers, and dragons liked it when you rode the skies with them.

It was great.

But then life happened, innocence was lost, and while I grew up, so did the carefree and boundless world.  It changed.  Over. And. Over. Again.  Until the only thing that I could still recognize, was a single name in it:  Shielding. 

And for so long- for more than a century -I’ve doubted that I would ever be able to pluck that world from my head at all.  Because everyone says they’ll write a book one day, don’t they?  Well.  A lot of them, anyway, except then they never actually do.

Just look at Google’s opinion on the matter of:

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Out of every 1,000 people that set out to write a book, only 30 actually finish. And if you then add on top of that the fact that only 20% of people who write a book actually publish it, this means only 6 people get published. [source]

Don’t quote me on that tho’ – it’s from 2012, and we’ve got self publishing really taking off now, which, hey- was mostly why I’ve finally decided that I’ve run out of excuses.  Because once you’ve put almost four novels worth of content out there, have finished three books, there’s really no more room to argue “But, I can’t.” 

Shielding Thing - A Valiant Remedy

Latchkey Hero, my Dying Light fan fiction, has made it into a solid third season, with two whole books finished.  Season two and three are good as original already, giving me an opportunity to practice building a plot from the bottom up.

A Valiant Remedy ended at 200k words, and… doesn’t suck.  Who’d have thought bringing A Shielding Thing together with Chris Redfield Resident Evil, would actually work?

So.

Buckle up.

We are getting started.  And since I’m posting this there, I suppose I got to take responsibility for actually following through.

Part 1 of the first book has been outlined.  Sort of.