Tap and Die is a 90’s action story full of characters who use wands 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 three chapters are FREE and the rest require 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.

Stricken with fear for his wife, his daughter, that jackass hooked on methaqualoin, and the little girls who had played strings, Black Jack hustled lower and lower into the tap. Away from the party. Away from the surface and the murdered seventeen.

He came out in a room that was empty apart from some old tables and bookshelves. Dust had collected and parchment sat strewn about. Perhaps the occupants had recently switched floors? Or buildings? But the books remained behind foggy, swirly glass, left alone and unattended by whoever had once used them for research or pleasure or in order to make them a better person. 

He looked around for some sort of non-woven weapon, as there was no guarantee he could swipe some brimstone from these assassins. He saw no sword. No polearm. He didn’t get the sense that anything other than the desperation of throwing books would help him in this room. No gyrocompasses. Nothing.

Then, on the wall, he saw a little lever behind a crystalline encasement. On it were these hand-painted words:

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