The Guardian Cats of New York City: The Watcher On The Shore Is Back!

The cats keep the ancient bargain.

They are still among us, hidden here and there; the cats who remember the Old Compact: you provide a home for us, feed us, take care of us in our illness, and we will protect you from the dangers of the night. They operate below the sight lines of humanity, dealing with dangers that we would never notice until it was too late. They remember the old magics of Freya, Bast and Hecate. They are the Guardian Cats.

Nar-Tali the Gull Hunter is the guardian of Coney Island. He walks the boardwalk after dark, protecting humans at play from the things that hunt the night. But tonight, something is coming out of the ocean. Something huge. And Nar-Tali may need a bit of help to handle it.

The Guardian Cats of New York City: The Watcher on TheShore is available for free Kindle download through this Friday, September 9, and after that is only 99 cents. And it’s available for free on Kindle Unlimited now and forever. Check it out and leave a review!

The Guardian Cats of New York City: The Black Dog is Back!

The cats keep the ancient bargain.

They are still among us, hidden here and there; the cats who remember the Old Compact: you provide a home for us, feed us, take care of us in our illness, and we will protect you from the dangers of the night. They operate below the sight lines of humanity, dealing with dangers that we would never notice until it was too late. They remember the old magics of Freya, Bast and Hecate. They are the Guardian Cats.

There is a place in the heart of the City where the lines of force converge. It is a place of peace that used to be a place of vengeance and horror. There is something there, just beneath the surface, that wants to make it a place of vengeance and horror again. And the only thing that stands in its way is a cat named Queenie and a black dog who is much, much more than what he seems.

The Guardian Cats of New York City: The Black Dog is available for free Kindle download through this Friday, August 26, and after that is only 99 cents. And it’s available for free on Kindle Unlimited now and forever. Check it out and leave a review!

The Day The Children Danced

It was three generations from the time a starman said “Let all the children boogie” before the children finally did. 

No one knew how it happened or why, or who put the album in rotation,

But somewhere out in the outlands, at the crossroads of nowhere and everywhere, where the night wind blows in off the desert and the highways stretch out into forever, a radio station with chrome walls and neon signs began to broadcast.

And all the radios and the TVs and the computers and the phones and iPods stopped playing games and video clips and songs from a fallen world and started to sing with heavenly harps and steel-gleaming voices and the thunder of rock & roll. 

Gabriel had a trumpet, but who knew Michael had an axe?  

And the children remembered what most of them never knew about tuning a transistor radio in the deep part of the night and holding it to their ears so they could hear the songs coming from the distant cities where hope hadn’t run dry. 

And the children began to dance.

First came the freaks and the outcasts: the fat girls and the scrawny boys, the ones with the piercings and the colored hair and the shaved heads.  The fags and dykes and queers and sluts.  The disgraced and the disowned.  The beaten and broken.  The refugee and the runaway.  The shy ones who hid in the corner and the ones who spit in the world’s face and raged.  

Of course they heard the music first.  They’d been listening for it so hard and so long.

With the freaks came the artists (often one and the same), the strange beautiful creatures, the ones who’d spent their lives dancing and singing the faint echoes of the Song as it played in their souls, living receivers playing out peace and joy and rage and sorrow to the world. Smeared in paint and clay, they came.  Wearing masks and make-up, they came.  Reciting verses and telling tales, they came.  Singing arias and pop songs and rap, they came.  Dancing ballet and jigs and twerking and tap, they came.  Playing drums and fiddles and guitars and pipes and whistles and synthesizers and buckets and spoons, they came. 

Finally came the lucky ones.  The quarterbacks and the cheerleading captains.  The prom queens and the homecoming kings, the private school students and the Greek system presidents.  The ones who got horses or cars for their birthdays, the rich and the beautiful.  They came last, as they’d come first their whole lives.   

Lucky those lives had been so short.  They’d almost lost the Song in the sound of their own good fortune.

They danced in hijab and in miniskirts, they danced in suits and rags.

They ran at each other and roared in each other’s faces, they kissed and groped and tore at each other’s clothes, hate replaced with terrifying love. 

They filled the streets, they danced in the deserts, they sweated and stank under the Sun.  They howled to the Moon, they splashed in the fountains and they kicked up dust.  They raised their faces to Heaven and screamed in love and joy and rage and anguish at the ruined world they had inherited.

The walls fell and all the promises of the apocalypses were kept. 

Even as they started to shine like young stars, there were those who tried to stop them dancing – the greedy, the cruel, the powerful – those who wanted no new world to arise because they were important in the old world, and those who wanted no better for their children than they had had themselves. 

But the dance couldn’t be stopped.  In many kinds of rapture, they rose into the sky and their light shines down on us still.

And some of us who were left behind look up to that light, and we remember what it was to be young, and we take hope from the children where we should have given it, and we begin to hear the faint distant echoes of the Song.

Let the old folks boogie.

Here are the works of art that inspired this poem. First, David Bowie says “Let the Children Boogie”. Interesting how Starman sounds like more than just an alien. Maybe a benevolent Outsider Thing:

Then P!nk shows us what the children dancing might look like:

The Guardian Cats of New York City: Kodama’s Courage is Back

The cats keep the ancient bargain.

They are still among us, hidden here and there; the cats who remember the Old Compact: you provide a home for us, feed us, take care of us in our illness, and we will protect you from the dangers of the night. They operate below the sight lines of humanity, dealing with dangers that we would never notice until it was too late. They remember the old magics of Freya, Bast and Hecate. They are the Guardian Cats. Kodama is a young cat who lives in a quiet, peaceful neighborhood.  He has heard the stories of the guardian cats and he dreams of becoming one of them, but first he must face a threat that strikes much closer to home.  Something terrible has entered his quiet neighborhood, and it threatens his humans, the kindly giants who took him off the streets and gave him his name.   As he faces one of the hatchlings of the Serpent of Darkness, Kodama must decide what price he is willing to pay to protect the humans who have opened their home to him.

The Guardian Cats of New York City: Kodama’s Courage is available for free Kindle download through this Friday, August 26, and after that is only 99 cents. And it’s available for free on Kindle Unlimited now and forever. Check it out and leave a review!

Out On The Airwaves

There is a radio station out there at the crossroads of nowhere and everywhere.  Out in the outlands beyond all lands, where the night wind blows in off the desert and the highways stretch out into forever.

Where the Sun never rises to bring the mundane morning, but the Moon is always full and bigger than she should be and she shines down a silver day as the stars gleam bright in the vast black of the big sky and form unfamiliar constellations. 

The radio station is an outpost of light in an endless summer night, its walls gleaming chrome, its neon signs showing call letters that no one can read, its broadcast tower shining steel lit by flickers of lightning and St. Elmo’s Fire. 

That radio station plays rock and roll endlessly, the essence of rock and roll, and if you ever hear it, you’ll know the endless summer night that it’s playing from, because that night is yours.   

In that endless summer night where the radio plays, it’s always the summer when you were young and strong and beautiful and free, and love was new and passion was wild and your heart was unscarred. 

It’s the summer when you read the bus schedules over and over, when you walked to the edge of town and looked out over the highway, over the hills, over the shining horizon, and you knew your destiny was there, and adventure called to you from every song.

And that endless summer night is the night when you danced around the fire and made love in the tall grass and the music played on and on and on.

You hear the echo of that summer still, in the best part of your heart. 

And maybe some night if you heard that music over the radio, coming in pure and true from that radio station on the borderlands of forever, the circle would close between youth and age and the wheel would turn and the stone would roll away and you could step out again into that endless summer night, where the world was new and you stood straight and strong.

Maybe.  If you could be brave.  If you could be true.  If your heart isn’t too old to hear.

But whether or not you can hear, the radio station still plays.

And there are still those who tune their transistor radios to the AM bands in the deep part of the night, and they hide under the covers and they listen for the sounds from the far-off cities of dreams where hope hasn’t yet run dry.

And they hear something from much further away, coming in pure and true. 

They hear that radio station, playing rock and roll in the endless summer night.

And they get ready for their turn to dance.  

The Guardian Cats of New York City: Shin-Nephura’s Neighborhood is Back

The cats keep the ancient bargain. 

They are still among us, hidden here and there; the cats who remember the Old Compact: you provide a home for us, feed us, take care of us in our illness, and we will protect you from the dangers of the night. They operate below the sight lines of humanity, dealing with dangers that we would never notice until it was too late. They remember the old magics of Freya, Bast and Hecate. They are the Guardian Cats. Shin-Nephura is the Guardian Cat of the neighborhood of Inwood, at the northern point of Manhattan. And tonight, something terrible has crawled out of the Hudson River to prey on sleeping two-legs of the neighborhood she protects. Something that may be too much for her to handle.

The Guardian Cats of New York City: Shin-Nephura’s Neighborhood is available for free Kindle download through this Friday, August 19, and after that is only 99 cents. And it’s available for free on Kindle Unlimited now and forever. Check it out and leave a review!

Field Hospital is Back!

Medic in a greater war. 

On an Air Force base in the middle of the desert, Captain Eileen Brennan waits to treat the casualties of a war that everyone back home thinks is over. But today, she will treat the wounded of a war far greater than the one she thought she was fighting.

The first story to be republished is now back up!

For a long time only available as a chapter in The Clan Brennan Family Album, Field Hospital is once again available as a stand-alone story, in honor of my sister, the real life inspiration for Eileen Brennan.

Field Hospital is available for free Kindle download through this Friday, August 12, and after that is only 99 cents. And it’s available for free on Kindle Unlimited now and forever. Check it out and leave a review!

For Real This Time

Back in March, I gave notice that I would be taking down short stories posted on my blogs and republishing them on Amazon. For various reasons, that didn’t happen yet. But it will happen soon.

I’m going to be away from my computers for the whole week next week, but after that, we get started. As promised back in March, I’ll be taking the stories down from my blogs and republishing them at Amazon. For the first five days they’re back up at Amazon, they’ll be available for free download. After that, they’ll be free through Kindle Unlimited.

Stay tuned.

The Economancer – Epilogue

So that’s the story of my grand adventure.  I’ve certainly had other adventures, and I’d be glad to tell you about them if you’re interested, but unlike a certain chain-smoking London street wizard, I don’t save the world every other day. 

So what actually happened, there at the end? 

La Guardia would have been a match for either Bill the Butcher or Bill Tweed – the spirit of New York’s violence and the spirit of its corruption – but not both at the same time. 

So we called in help.

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The Economancer Chapter 16 – Closing The Deal

It wasn’t actually that hard to get Bill the Butcher and Boss Tweed in the same room, though it did take a bit of fast-talking in both cases.

I just told each of them that the other wanted to meet to discuss terms of surrender.

I don’t blame Bill the Butcher for buying it.  He had every reason to believe that I’d be too scared to try anything clever.  But Tweed really should have known better. 

The location is important.  They’ve gone to the mattresses, and neither wants to come out of their strongholds.  If they’re going to meet at all, it has to be somewhere neutral.

Somewhere neutral to them, at least. 

That’s how we find ourselves in Delmonico’s. 

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