Tap and Die is a 90’s action story full of characters like Jack who use wands and lava gloves and staves instead of guns on the set of an epic fantasy world. I’m releasing it serially over the course of 6 months — the first 25% is FREE and the rest requires a subscription: if you subscribe for at least 3 months, I will send you a hard copy before the book releases even if you don’t finish the story.

Black Jack Dawes put on the lava gloves Fetch had given him. Apart from the gloves—and his hat, the rock still inside—he stood as naked as a jayber crow. Renaud’s is a shitty disease if it’s bad, especially for contractors and blue-collar men who like to work outside. Keeps all the toes and fingers on the verge of frostbite and necrotic rot even in cool weather, but the belly fiery and ready to go. The gloves… they did kind of make up for it. 

He placed them on the mirror as Fetch had told him. The mirror fogged. He looked at the seven outfits laid out across the offensively large vanity, closed the bathroom door, and felt like drowning. And he had drowned many times, Overmorrow and otherwise. He looked to the black gyroscopic compass on the edge of the sink and thought to call the driver and thank him for the gloves, the outfits still haunting his periphery.

A crack of thunder, followed by a flash of lightning, deafened him. Thunder indoors. Jack didn’t have time to put on clothes, but he saw his Crowfoot on the counter and snagged it, hat on, leaving the compass behind. 

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