Nathan C. Brindle
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About Nathan C. Brindle
Mr. Brindle is a software engineer of a certain age and girth. He can do nothing about the former, but is attempting to do something about the latter. He is happily married to his lady Sally, with whom he has two cats and several children of other parents, one of whom has graced him with two grandchildren upon whom he dotes. His educational background is in History, mostly American with a side of Japanese.
He is a Freemason of long standing; Master Mason, Past Master of his lodge, a Knight Templar in the York Rite of Freemasonry, and a 33° Sovereign Grand Inspector General and Honorary Member of the Supreme Council, 33°, of the Ancient Accepted Scottish Rite of Freemasonry for the Northern Masonic Jurisdiction of the United States of America. As if that were not cool and sublime enough, he once held the single most badass title in Freemasonry: Thrice Potent Master of the Lodge of Perfection, 14°. And he has been Secretary of more Masonic bodies and organizations than any sane man should ever aspire to become.
He is also a licensed amateur radio operator, Amateur Extra Class, and only wishes he had a broken 6-meter amplifier that could project mini-singularities.
Otherwise, he's either working, writing, honey-dewing, or playing with his grandchildren.
P.S. His wife loves this photograph about as much as she hated the old one. :)
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I did not land here as a warrior, but a warrior I so soon became . . .
One moment, Dr. Yukiko Yamaguchi was in her high-tech singularity research lab in California, busily adjusting an electronically-leaky fitting playing hell with her instrument readings.
The next moment, she was falling through space, and landing hard in a wilderness area she would quickly discover was her family's ancient stomping grounds in Japan – but with an apocalyptic twist.
A hundred years later, there would be legends of a great yōkai, a demon, whom some called a kamaitachi – a sort-of whirlwind, weasel-like creature with blades for claws, which catches up unwary humans and slices their skin. But this kamaitachi is no ordinary yōkai – rather, she is
The Cross-Time Kamaitachi
Captain Delaney Wolff Fox is back.
She's just led her team on a months-long hunt through the penal world al-Saḥra' (known otherwise by its semi-satirical name "Sanddoom"), looking for an industrial-sized illegal drug "kitchen" that's been supplying colony worlds with various illegal substances via a network of involuntary migrant "mules". That hunt ended satisfactorily, and rather explosively, with the destruction of the "kitchen" and hundreds if not thousands of personnel associated with it.
Now the team is heading back to Earth, hoping for some well-deserved shore leave . . .
. . . but it's not to be. A long-sleeping foreign agent has been found in a stasis chamber in an abandoned Chicago warehouse, and it's up to Delaney and crew to investigate the mystery, by traveling back to the year 2017 to find out why the agent was placed in stasis then, and why the stasis seems originally to have been planned to end in late 2020.
And when the sleeper wakes, asks for and consumes an entire pound of goose liver pâté, and asks for more, it's pretty obvious they've got
A Dragon In The Foie Gras
A Huntress on the Rocks
(A Delaney Wolff Fox story)
A spy you want at your back when stuff gets real.
From a palatial office in Johannesburg, to a fancy whisky bar in Sydney, Australia, to a beautiful private beach in southwest Florida, to the great and wild city of New Orleans, Captain Delaney Fox, United States Space Force Marines (Intelligence Division) finds herself beset by assassins at every turn, while first saving an alien government’s valuable artifact from the South African cartel that’s stolen it, and then being assigned to guard said artifact while it completes a world tour, on loan from that same alien government.
But like the proverbial fox in the proverbial henhouse, you can count on Delaney to complete the mission and come out with the prize, intact and in hand – even if the “farmer” isn’t all that keen about her doing so.
June 1993. Washington, DC. A First Lieutenant with a freshly-healed scar on his head encounters a beautiful redheaded floor nurse at Bethesda Naval Hospital. He’s there to see his Gunny, who’s been stuck in the hospital with a broken femur since he was transported home in February. He’s the platoon commander who was knocked hors de combat by the IED, and he’s been sent to find out why his Gunny is obstinately refusing to accept an important decoration for his participation in the incident.
Turns out that’s going to be quite a job, because Gunny’s got his reason. Will the Lieutenant, and his ally the nurse, be able to convince his Gunny there’s a better reason to accept the decoration?
Might be they’ll need a little help from a friend…
He's already saved the love of his life from an early death – thirty years after she died.
Now, a beautiful young woman, who is clearly his daughter, has appeared from the timeline branch where that same love of his life survived and married his counterpart.
She says they need his help fighting off invaders from the far future. Who, by the way, are looking for him. Why? Because they want the starship drive he and a friend invented, the precursor to their time machine. Problem is, in her timeline, it hasn't been invented yet.
What man can resist a cry for help from his own daughter?
Particularly when the invaders think she's a saint. Or possibly, a devil wearing saint's clothing. And they're looking for her, too.
Thus begins the Timelines Saga, and the story of the Lion of God.
Her world was invaded by time-traveling soldiers, she was nearly turned into human toothpaste by an experimental dimension jumper when she went to find her parallel "Dad," who just happens to be able to borrow a Space Force fleet to come and take out her world's invaders . . . and then she found out she was considered by those same invaders to be a saint in their odd religion, and one of the targets of their invasion. If that wasn't enough, she nearly fell completely out of the universe into a time rift, being saved only by the skin of her teeth by her parallel "Dad".
After all that, learning she was going to be the one to bring universal healing and long life to the human race in her particular timeline was just the icing on the proverbial cake.
Anybody else would go home, turn off their phone, pull all the blinds, lock all the doors, and take the rest of their life off. But Ari isn't "anybody else". And her cult of admirers across two timelines won't take "nobody home" for an answer.
Fast-forward thirty years. Scientists have detected radio transmissions in an unknown language from several hundred light years away. And now she's been asked to use her special "saintly" skills as demonstrated on her last "mission" to make first contact with whoever they are.
And that's only the beginning.
Looks like Ambassador Dr. Ariela Rivers Wolff, M.D., Ph.D., is going to have another pretty exhausting week. Or six.
All Col. Dr. Ariela Rivers Wolff, M.D., Ph.D., USSFM – the Lion of God – wanted was a little piece of paradise to call her own.
Being stuck on a desert world – even if she was the CO of the premiere battalion of the 1st U.S. Space Force Marines that was based there – was not getting her any beach time. Mostly because, without an ocean, there's really no beach at all.
But she's got a fix for that problem.
Now, if only the academics studying the problem of terraforming the exile world of al-Saḥra' would get out of her way . . .
. . . and if only the religious fanatics who want their planet left as a desert, despite all the water from the planet's former oceans being accessible only a few miles down, will leave the terraforming project alone long enough to see the good it will bring them . . .
. . . then, the Lion would truly be in Paradise.
But even in paradise, black clouds – and black ships – can herald danger for the Lion, herself, and for her daughters as well.
The former Valkyrja Sigrdrifa, now the very American pioneer wife Sarah Randall -- who just happens to be the Queen of Autumn -- tells a story of the historical Deep Snow of 1830-31 in the American Midwest, as she and two other former Asgardians attempt to control the runaway heavy weather that began in the fall of 1830, while out of the woods come four children from a neighboring homestead with a tale of woe.
Will a visit by the Ancient Wanderer cheer things up as the Solstice approaches?
Will Autumn yet smile?
Now, Jack and his wife Sarah have been called back to the area because some sort of creature is killing sheep and cattle on the ranches, and a Navajo resident who remembers Jack's encounter thinks Jack might be an expert on the subject.
Of course, Jack and Sarah aren't what they appear to be...and it will take all of their special skills, and those of their friends Rufus and Joelle, to get to the bottom of the problem.
The second short story in the Seasons series, following Saving The Spring.
Little did he know that crossing paths that night with the establishment's beautiful bartender and her handsomely-rugged boyfriend/cook would lead to him recalling his former life as a god – or fighting a rematch with the god who had stolen his memories.