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About Douglas Milewski
Douglas Milewski writes literary fantasies. He's heavily influenced by such writers as Gene Wolfe, Ursula LeGuin, and F. Scott Fitzgerald. While his heroes may sometime roam into places where they shouldn’t go, in the end their sincerity leads them back into the light. Despite his highbrow literary ambitions, Doug confesses to a lifelong delight with schlock, especially giant monsters from 1960’s Japan. He hasn’t yet figured out how to put one of kaiju into a literary fantasy, but it’s only a matter of time.
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In ages past, the Ambrosian did a number on the world. It’s amazing how stupid humans can be. Firmament looked like the stuff of wonders, but in reality, it was the stuff of blunders.
Today’s humans know better. Or maybe not. You can see where this is going.
When a strange substance falls from the sky, Jovian Steamfitter is fascinated. He discovers how to refine it, creating a new technology, one that might pay off his bank loans. Little does he understand that this substance is firmament, and that he’s single-handedly sparked an international arms race.
Assembling a crack team of housekeepers, circus performers, and orphans, he sets off in the wrong direction, determined that somebody else should overcome this challenge at any cost.
In ages past, the Ambrosians commanded powerful creatures with the Staff of the High Summoner. Fortunately for Steamfitter & Co., Arcadia has that artifact in her larder, right next to the cheese.
So, how exactly does it work? Good question. Nobody knows. And even if the team did know how to use it, they don’t have any constructs. To get their own city-leveling titan, they’ll need to defeat one in open combat, using hand weapons.
Does this seem like a terrible plan to you? Yes, it does.
It’s a good thing that infighting and recriminations are their specialties. All they need are some steam engines, androids, ancient computers, experimental airships, reckless teenagers, and multiple lines of credit.
Her elite warriors show no mercy, no fear, as remorseless as the Saints themselves.
Newly promoted, Targa assumes command, a woman who earned her scars the hard way. The dragon riders need new recruits, but kids today think that they’re something special. She doesn’t have time for that. She’s too busy surviving. The Saints frown upon failure.
Meanwhile, war brews and betrayals multiply. The worst is yet to come.
The fate of Astrea will be decided by the sword. Her sword.
Windy LeGuin gets a chance to stop a galactic war before it even begins. She volunteers to deliver a critical packet, ensuring that the Royalists cannot revive the galactic throne.
She fails. It’s not even close. Cherryh Pariah, her own roommate, cheerfully betrays her, shoving her into an escape pod with nothing but coffee and donuts. At least the donuts were fresh.
Drifting in deep space, her air running out, Windy must find a way to rescue herself, recover that packet, and strangle Cherryh at first opportunity.
From these humble beginnings, a new power will arise: the Tomato Pirates, a ragtag crew of democratic desperadoes, following Cherryh Pariah, a captain so self-serving that nobody trusts her, not even with donuts.
This title collects Never Trust a Pariah, Donuts or Bust, and Grand Theft Battleship.
My tale happened not long ago, when the undying Phoenix Emperor still sat upon his throne, ruling his ever diminishing empire as if it would last forever. But the gods look down on all things forever, and they raised a personified storm to change this world. I served her, the Storm, Targa Tik, carried along in her wake as flotsam and jetsam washed up onto the shore. I was her maid, and my duty was to clean up her messes, ones measured in blood and immortal lives, but that’s not what I wanted.
What I wanted was a boy of my own, some friendly shadows, and a real family. All I had to do was quit before she killed again.
When the world gets invaded, five teenagers get the most powerful weapons ever conceived. If this sounds like an ill-thought plan ripe with unintended consequences, such as leveling stray cities, you’d be right.
Still, the world’s got to be saved. What’s a few cities between friends?
If you need a light-hearted, action-packed, feel-good book with friendly giants, powerful mechs, mischievous psychics, super-science mages, a rampant disregard for physics, and five new friends on the road trip of a lifetime, this would be the book for you.
There’s also an herbivore with an attitude.
To win her heart, Neb starts a journey into deepest, darkest Ohio, traveling from the shopping malls to the video arcades, determined to win his girl by losing his life. Along the way he is beset by ghosts, werewolves, his mother, a strange girl down the street, and a little brother who is too smart for his own good.
Can Neb become a vampire and win his love? Or is he just another teenage idiot over-convinced of his own self-superiority?
What would Frampton do?
Seven other stories are also included in this collection.
After Targa dies reviving a long dead god, Gedimimas, she finds that she must work off her mortal sins. Dedicating herself to his service, they set off across the universe to restore his power. With them travels her new husband, the dead Phoenix Emperor, who has his own host of sins to work off.
To complicate matters, when she’d been alive, Targa had signed a standardized dragonrider contract, one that had specified on her death, she was obligated to work for the Red Lady, the goddess of lies and deceit.
In fact, all her dragonrider sisters had signed this contract.
Seeing this injustice before her, Targa swears to take on the Red Lady, freeing her sisters from their eternal servitude, even if that takes wreaking chaos across the heavens themselves.
The Tomato pirates have crippled the fashion industry by looting every shipment. The entire population is stuck in last season’s clothes. Public morale is tanking. If the Royalist want to keep in power, they must defeat those pirates.
Now is Sub-Prince Akuma’s big moment. He seizes this opportunity to exceed maximums by diversifying innovations and creating new synergies, releasing unknown potentials, leading to a new market dominance.
Translation: he gets bigger guns.
Meanwhile, Windy is stuck in Croquet Online, as the one and only human player in a vast empty game world. Can she escape her strange trap, rejoin her friends, and defeat Sub-Prince Akuma?
Windy has a chance to stop a galactic war. To prevent the Royalists from reviving the galactic throne, she volunteers to deliver a critical packet containing data that could revive the Empire.
She fails. It’s not even close. Her own school roommate, Cherryh Pariah, betrays her by shoving her into an escape pod with nothing but coffee and donuts. At least the donuts are fresh.
Drifting in deep space, her air running out, Windy must find a way to rescue herself, recover that packet, and strangle her roommate.
Never trust a Pariah.
The fate of the solar system hangs in the balance. Whoever gets the last battleship wins. All the losers get blown to atoms.
The Empress commands the solar system, but to win, she needs the keys.
The Tomato pirates have the keys , but to win, they need Cherryh.
Cherryh doesn’t have a body, but she’s still got plenty of snark. (There’s no keeping Cherryh down.)
As for Windy, she’s stuck eighty years in the past, with no job prospects and no references. Can she blend into society, penetrate the Imperial government, and lay the groundwork for victory?
With donuts, anything is possible.
You’ve got to be kidding.
Whose plan was this?
In good news, Lekodias has been defeated.
In bad news, Lekodias is even more dangerous in retreat. If we chase her down, she’s got all the resources of the Oversky at her disposal. Victory now looks impossible with a side of impossible sauce.
But if we do nothing, she’ll regroup and invade us again, this time bringing an even bigger army.
We’ve got to go through with the plan. We don’t know what we’ll find in the Oversky, but we have no choice. If we want to end this war, we have to take the battle to her.