Tap and Die is a 90’s action story full of characters like Jack who use wands and lava gloves and slugs 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.
“Now,” the Klūhman man in black said, “I need the seventeen ambassadors who make up the general council for the Common Realms. Not last year’s, this year’s.”
No one came forward.
Frey eyed Dövë, who looked past the methaqualoin addict in search of her dad. Neither saw whom they needed.
“No dog need die for this,” the Klūhman man in black said, “but we have no qualms about cutting through the crowd in order to find you. Beginning with the children.” He smiled at Dövë and took his time noticing several other children sitting among the assembled guests.
Outside the windows, steam and smoke rose in the middle distance up the sides of the crater, and various rocks and motes that had crumbled from the wall had caught in the reverse flow of gravity near the tower, just outside the windows, and fell upward.
The Klūhman man in black began reading off names.
Hēme stood.
Frey reached for his arm to tug him down, but missed.
“I am Ambassador Hēme.”
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