New books up for pre-order!

Some big news! Remember Her Pitiless Command, my fantasy trilogy that started in 2017? Yeah, uh, it’s been a while. But! We’re finally putting out the third and final book, Shattersteel. Look at the cover! I think this is honestly my favorite of the three, so striking and vivid, and so suited to the queen’s motifs (yes, she really has eyes like those). If you order direct from the publisher, you can get a 30% off.

This will be out this December. I’ll be releasing short stories set in this world toward the month. Please look forward to them! It is also available on Amazon and other retailers.

My collaboration with Devi Lacroix The Gunrunner and Her Hound is also up for pre-order, releasing this November, available on Amazon, Apple iBooks, Kobo, and B&N.

We’re doing a pre-order sale: the price is $3.99 now but will be bumped up after release. What will you get if you buy the book given that we’ll release all the main ‘episodes’ in the project for free eventually? You get the entire story in one place and well in advance of the serialization, plus three mini-stories exclusive to the ebook. You may even get a sneak peek of the next book in the series (that’s right, we’re doing more of this)! Pretty good deal, IMO. :)

Introducing ‘The Gunrunner and Her Hound’

Something completely different: I embarked on a collaboration project! For the first time ever. The project is a series of short stories with an overarching narrative, co-written by me and Devi Lacroix (her Patreon is here). I originally serialized it via my newsletter, but now it’s up in full on Devi’s website: ‘At Her Rightful Place’. We’re calling the entire series The Gunrunner and Her Hound.

Viveca Hua, arms-dealer

…is driven by three things: the certainty of steel, the need to win, and the need to possess.

Yves, bodyguard

…hunts for the place she belongs, and she might just have found it in the captivating Viveca, who offers her a new organization, an answer—and a collar.

Together they must survive assassins, rival gunrunners, and their own lethal attraction.

It’s a very neat project, and obviously a huge break from my usual genres: there’s no speculative elements to this one (other than a few things of shifted history that results in an alternate present), it’s all sexual tension, guns, and feelings. Later this month I’ll begin serializing the second short story, again through the newsletter. Working with Devi has been a blast: her prose is like an incision and her tackling of complex characterization incredible.

I can’t wait to see where we go with this project. We already have a decent arc in mind (and an idea of what this might look like as a book to compile everything in one place), so expect a more short stories between now and then!


In other news, I have a new Machine Mandate book out: Where Machines Redeem the Lost.

This is another break in tradition in that it doesn’t really stand alone and necessitates having read Shall Machines Divide the Earth albeit not any other book in the series. It takes up the secondary protagonist Recadat and continues her (very messy, very complicated) story in an AI-run prison facility. I billed this as a psychological thriller; it was a toss between this or psychological horror, but I felt it doesn’t really have enough horror elements.

Recadat Kongmanee has lost everything to the machines: the woman she loved, the hero’s prize she was promised, and her memories. All she has left is vengeance.

Within the Garden of Atonement, artificial intelligences offer healing and a return to innocence. Brought in as an inmate, Recadat must keep up a dangerous charade while she readies a weapon built to destroy AIsand prove that machines are not gods. But as she’s pulled into games of control and obsession, she draws ever closer to forgetting her purpose.

Yet she has not been sent alone, and a hidden ally watches from the shadows to ensure that she carries out her mission . . . or else that she never leaves the Garden alive.

It’s already gotten two fanfic specific to the book! I’m, as always, delighted: The Devil’s Staircase by Jemma_Topaz and The Many Wives of Recadat Kongmanee by Devi (both spoil the book to varying extent).

Machine Mandate Fanfiction Index

Canon characters

Shall Machines Sunder the River by Devi_Lacroix

One does not become a terrorist overnight. Or rather: one does, in their heart, but it takes time for their hands to callous with the knowledge.

I am better at it than any good and well-habituated person ought to be, to a degree that would appall Eurydice but leave Recadat unfazed. But then again, Recadat was a true believer—in justice, in truth, in doing the right thing—and Eurydice had a sardonic bent that fit nicely with the world-weariness that inflected my world view. Perhaps, in death as in life, I have continued to misunderstand them.

An alternate universe that takes place after Now Will Machines Hollow the Beast and which pre-empts the events of Shall Machines Divide the Earth, detailing what might have happened if Thannarat’s life had gone… very differently, and been more devastatingly tragic. Author patreon. Also, check out her original fiction; Nemesis is my favorite.

Don’t Look Back by lamianoble

As the Admiral’s projection faded, Krissana cleared her throat. “Did she sound mad to you?”
Orfea took a breath before responding. “She doesn’t need to sound mad. Anyone with the slightest awareness of our operations would know she’d be furious at these results.”

A short about Krissana and Orfea pre-And Shall Machines Surrender, after one of their missions under the Amaryllis.

Shall the Tiger Sunder the Earth by Lt_SciBrat

The assailants were smaller in number—technically, outnumbered, though that is an odd word to use for an invading force that sears through an astonished juggernaut with laser guided reckless abandon, routs them with bestial savagery directed by clockwork precision, even if it is technically correct. You would not say a hot knife is outnumbered by the butter.

Another AU: what would have happened if Recadat had won in Shall Machines Divide the Earth and used her wish to liberate Ayothaya? I really love the bleakness and speculation that went into what Recadat would become if her corruption by Chun Hyang’s Glaive reaches its logical conclusion, as well as the prose. She also wrote a werewolf Anoushka fanfic which is fantastic and oh so sexy, and a really sad far future fanfic about the perils of an AI loving a human.

If you’d like to show the author appreciation, she has a Ko-Fi.

The Exegesis of Wonsul by VyriaDurav

But my lady…Iris…had been broken by grief long ago and was prone to confusing the events of the present with those of the past. My awareness was new, strange, but I could still pull upon the records of my time asleep and knew that indulging her was necessary.

A story exploring the background (and burgeoning sense of gender) of the AI Wonsul’s Exegesis. I really adore it, it’s both sweet and sad and I can’t wait to see where the author takes the idea. Her original fiction can be found here.

No Worlds Left To Conquer by Zyzzyva1936

Numadesi didn’t need to be told twice – didn’t need to be told once, but she loved waiting for that snap in her wife’s voice. She set to Anoushka’s pants. Anoushka took her own shirt off. There was a point to foreplay, and teasing, and Numadesi being made to do everything precisely because she could be made to do everything, but Numadesi knew her wife too, and had been working her as hard as any human knew how, and by now Anoushka’s nipples were nearly as hard as the composite fiber ribcage beneath them. She wasn’t going to wait.

An AU, this time with the speculation of: what if Benzaiten in Autumn is a literal puppet master? This is NSFW. It is erotic mind control. It’s also really, really hot and good. What can I say, my tastes are wide-ranging. You can find the author’s original fiction here.

Columbian Bargaining by warisaracket

I played the part of the diplomat well. I had been conditioned, trained, since the age of four years old with the highest degree of operant conditioning the Columbian Guard mustered. I had only been allowed to know what sex was when I turned sixteen. I could control my every expression, my face a perfectly impassive mask. Not even the sight, down one corridor, of a woman with an enormous… organ… between her legs, possibly a prosthesis, possibly fleshly, not even the sight of her performing a sensual act with some other woman could persuade me to quirk an eyebrow unwillingly.

A story where Numadesi dips into very gentle mind control, satisfying her penchant for teaching virgins all about sensuality.

Original characters

And Shall Machines Chase the Sun by crownedserpent

Samara looks at her hands, dark and smooth with youth, but her nails glow a soft oceanic blue. She blinks and swears she can see the lightspeed path of electricity that now chases the circuitry of her veins. The ichor of the machines flows within her, and she feels life returning to her, smoldering and eternal. 

A story about a woman who’s just merged with an AI to become a freshly minted haruspex. The prose is absolutely gorgeous and I can’t wait to see where this goes, so if you think it sounds good too you can support the author (and read xer original fiction) here.

From Where Machines Count The Stars by Kalindlara

This time de Witte doesn’t laugh. She looks over at the grille that in ancient times would have separated her from a priest. Her expression is difficult to read—doubt? annoyance? pity?—and when she speaks, her voice is underlaid with firmness. “Xe. Not he or she or they or it. Xe. It’s a pronoun.”

“That doesn’t make sense. There are only two pronouns for people and one for corporate entities and institutions. Benzaiten must be one of those. Everyone must be one of those.” Indeed, the facet tasked with decoding the concept has returned only null values and corrupt data. It’s not fair. I need to understand this.

This story explores the dystopian Pax Americana (yes, it is exactly what it sounds like) and what the carceral hell in that would look like, as well as how the AI administering it might be suborned (and liberated) through a gender epiphany. Enjoyed it as much as I did? Here’s the author’s patreon

Below Decks on the Seven of Divide by Jemma_Topaz

Certainly there was plenty of competition, rows and rows of women, bodies carefully adjusted — for fighting, true, but there was a lot of overlap there. Aria shook her head.

“Numadesi looked at me once,” said Aria, “I mean, properly. But she must have second thoughts; maybe she could tell … doesn’t matter.”

A cute, smutty look at the ranks and files on the Armada of Amaryllis. The author’s interactive fiction can be found here.

What Machines Abandon to Faith by Geckonator

I weep for my people.  I rage for my world.  Across light years of distance and hours of time, every second through which I fail them is another measure of wrath and retribution recorded in my ledger.  But in the vastness of transference I have only darkness, can’t think clearly beyond the emotions I hold in the moment.  But there it comes, my body drawing closer, closer, closer…

Another one with original characters! Epic in scope, touching on various powerful polities as well as Mandate and Amaryllis interests. I love the voice and the cadence. Follow the author on twitter here.

Book Reviews: LOVE KILLS TWICE and LOVE BLEEDS DEEP by Rien Gray

The first book of the Fatal Fidelity series was my favorite of 2021 and the second book beats it without trying. These books are noir romances (or, in current subcategory parlance, suspense romances) and follow the emotional (and physical, and sexual) trajectories of a budding bisexual femme fatale and the assassin she hired to get rid of her abusive husband. This sounds glib—the books are more raw than this description makes it sound, and they don’t shy away from the emotional extremis of their characters’ circumstances. The domestic abuse Justine suffers at her husband’s hand is not depicted graphically but the emotional consequences, and her PTSD, are. Campbell, the non-binary assassin she hires, is a smooth killer in a suit but also has their own problems: combat trauma and the fear that one day they’ll become a monster. It’s a potent combination, providing a setup for the two of them to share not just sexual chemistry but exchange vulnerabilities.

Book one deals with the process of husband deletion, and the physical stakes are pretty low (since he’s an out-of-shape college professor and Campbell is, uh, a professional killer). The emotional stakes are strong though, and it’s pretty interesting to see Justine’s growing attraction to someone who’s very much from a different kind of life (she runs an art gallery and, up to this point, has led an ordinary life).

The second book ramps up everything else (including the sex! I feel the second book is much denser with it than the first, which does make perfect sense for the characters), pitting Campbell against an ex-military interrogator who’s menacing an American diplomat in France. There’s a much more thorough exploration of their past, and a nod to the horrors of the military-industrial complex that I found succinct and well-done.

Lunch might be some hastily assembled sandwiches, but with perfect ingredients, there’s no way to go wrong. “With the Legion, or with the mercenaries?”

He makes a vague gesture. “They are both symptoms of the same disease. Leave the poor and broken with nothing but a gun and they will pick it up for the first person that offers them a reason. We have to, so we can survive. France being kinder to me was coincidence.”

“But you wanted to stay?” I ask.

Ulysse’s smile fades. “I would be ashamed to return to South Africa. When I could have fought for her freedom, I ran. Those that shed their blood deserve better than breaking bread with a coward.”

It’s certainly not what I would have expected reading the first book, and this as well as other aspects made me rate Love Bleeds Deep a good bit higher than Love Kills Twice. The way Campbell’s PTSD symptoms are written can be difficult to read, in that it’s so well done and unflinching. At the sentence level, I like how smooth the prose it; it goes along at a good clip without sacrificing rhythm.

By the end of the second book, Justine has developed a lot, and it’s great to see how she and Campbell complement each other (and help each other stay whole, or at least not fall apart during moments of great stress). I’m really looking forward to the third book, Love Burns Bright.

On Asking for More Lesbian Options

I was reading reviews of a lesbian book that’s advertised as very dark and reception to that book seems polarized. It got me thinking about the permissible limits of lesbian media and how those are different from the limits of M/F or M/M media.

I don’t care to relitigate the ‘messy queer art’ discourse since I remain firm on my stance that the content is not the messiness, as it were, so I’ll be talking simply in terms of content in and of itself rather than speculations about authorial intent or experiences. The definition of dark varies widely; there’s some content touted as dark that I find very silly, and content touted as dark that I go ‘hm, not for me, bye’. But if you’re like me—like a lot of lesbians who gravitate toward the more ambivalent end of things—you’ll probably find discourse like ‘Akemi Homura is a psycho lesbian trope and that’s why Madoka is homophobic’ exhausting, especially when few take issue with Tokyo Ghoul having a literally predatory gay man character (he wants to cannibalize the protagonist) or Hisoka from Hunter x Hunter being the only gay man in the early story (possibly the only one period?) and he’s a pedophile.

This isn’t to say the characters from either HxH or TG are good (I think they are homophobic caricatures) but Homura is… well… just not as alarming. She doesn’t sexually assault anyone ala Shirai Kuroko from A Certain Scientific Railgun and it seems the bar for a lesbian character to be seen as a ‘psycho lesbian trope’ is astonishingly low. Many people would never think to complain about any of the gay male murderers and war criminals in Golden Kamuy, or how the homoeroticism of this show is inextricable from violence, but if it’s a lesbian—well, time to bring out the microscope! Is she ‘psychotic’? Is she too mean? Too violent? Too angry? Hmm!

Puella Magi Madoka Magica: 5 Reasons Why Homura Did Nothing Wrong (& 5 Ways  She's The Anime's Real Villain)

(For the record, I like Golden Kamuy but there are… issues, especially since the only trans character gets killed off. And to some extent I think the homoeroticism is playful on the author’s part—I don’t believe he’s a homophobe; the scenes of gay sexuality are depicted with enthusiasm and affection—but we’re looking at the reception of this versus the reception of lesbian characters.)

Looping back to books, which is more the point, the title I was looking at is on the very far end of dark. It’s not something I would enjoy—hence the ‘not for me, bye’ reaction—but it doesn’t bother me that it exists (it has prominently placed content warnings). The thought of someone who objects to Homura coming across it does amuse me—this work would drive them to apoplexy—and that exposes the limits of what lesbian media ‘gets’ to be. Because what Homura gets up to is utterly tame.

In much the same way, there are M/M books published by big five presses that are straight up about ‘sexy’ affairs between a slave owner and theirs slave. Remember when M/M small press Riptide did an in-universe ad for human trafficking? Sure, it’s not a big five/big four imprint, but…

But the uproar continued to grow, as authors and readers shared Riptide’s previous missteps: in 2016, it apologised after one of its novels featured a black character who was referred to as “Dark Chocolate Love Monkey”; earlier, it also apologised for a website for a series set in a world where slavery remained legal, which included fake ads for buying and recruiting slaves.

Unsurprisingly it also turned out the press was run by racists. Which is to say, I’m not asking for an alternate universe where it’s F/F books that get the big bucks for wildly racist slavery narratives (and racism should be criticized regardless of the author’s queerness). But it would be nice to have a middle ground between that and… this.

‘This’ meaning a media/consumption landscape where it feels like lesbian characters can only be two things: abject victims (of homophobic attacks, ‘corrective’ rape, and various associated traumas) or balls of sugary fluff who must be all things nice and who never has negative or angry thoughts. Obsessed with a girl? That’s a psycho lesbian, buddy. Kills a man? That’s a misandrist, it’s homophobic to write her like that. It’s a traumatized victim (who must not lash out; what if that makes her a man hater?!) or a personification of cotton candy, there is no third (let alone fourth or fifth) option.

Shall Machines Divide the Earth up for pre-order and other news

The pre-order for my next Machine Mandate book is up! Links: AmazonAmazon UKAmazon CABarnes and NobleiBooks, and Kobo. Paperback edition will be available at a later time.

Like most of the others, this is a novella, though a bit longer than Now Will Machines Hollow the Beast. It also has the advantage of being a true standalone, which is to say you genuinely don’t need to read any of the other Machine Mandate books or short stories (I’ll release a short story associated with this book at one point, but that’s more of a bonus character study than plot-relevant). This is the book I talked about writing for ages: Fate/zero but with lesbians, far-future AIs instead of heroic spirits, and a pinch of the Orpheus/Eurydice story.

On a graveyard star, machines run a deadly tournament and draw humans like moths to a flame with a priceless promise. Partner with an artificial intelligence and fight to the death. Win and receive your heart’s desire.

War veteran Thannarat has sought this hidden world to realize a single goal: bringing back the dead. To fulfill this wish, she joins the game alongside a seductive AI who pledges to give her victory. The tournament is full of lethal secrets—and so is the AI that professes to be her weapon. Yet to have what she needs, Thannarat will sacrifice everything. Her home world, the woman she once loved, and herself.

All she has to do is defy the game’s inescapable rule: that in the end, the only true victors are the machines.

I’m extremely pleased with the cover. The artist, as with all the others, is Rashed AlAkroka. Yes there will be… fairly obvious counterparts to certain heroic spirits. I won’t spoil. You’ll see.

Otherwise, I started a Substack. I’m finding it more intuitive to use than WordPress’ block editor (and more convenient than Medium), which seems to grow more user-hostile by the month, but also I feel people just don’t read blogs anymore. I’ll still keep this one updated, but a lot of my on-the-fly thoughts will show up on Substack instead (including what shows I’m watching, what books I’m reading, that kind of thing).

Year’s End Round-Up

Writing/reading

This year I published two books! That’s a lot, for me, especially given that Machine’s Last Testament is a full-length novel and the longest thing I’ve ever had published, having taken me three entire years to write (on and off, between other books); it’s probably my most character-driven one, since this length gave me a lot more room to work with. Here are some of my favorite passages from it.

The other shoppers give her wide berth, a reminder that she should’ve gone home to change before setting foot here. The clothes Taheen made her wear—their design, an affair of periwinkle-gray shards and ember fragments—give her away at a glance. A slumming voyeur, smelling of expensive theaters and debonair actors and absurd cocktails. She used to hate those misery tourists, the sight and scent of them filling her with rage; even young it was fully-formed rage and she imagined their flesh bursting like ripe papaya, citizenship spilling out of them like rotten seeds.

She rubs her hands together, fingers tingling with nervous energy, with remembered anger. She meets no one’s gaze as she exits, knowing she won’t remember their faces; that like the Bureau has trained her to, she will abstract them to category tags and then forget about them entirely. Citizen class theta, citizen class theta, citizen class theta. She will not wish to recall them.

“You should not enter this area again, citizen,” her guidance murmurs. “It causes you undue distress.”

That one thing she misses from her time as probationary resident. The blessed, total silence. The freedom from this vapid nagging voice, this panoptic chaperoning presence.

Now Will Machines Hollow the Beast was done much faster, being much faster-paced and more actiony. It’s a little darker than my other ones in where it arrives at the conclusion, but I like to think it’s still a fun read. The Alabaster Admiral is a blast to write, though hard to make the protagonist, and only possible in this book because of the unique nature of the conflict. I might do another book about her someday down the road, though.

I had two short stories out this year (what can I say, I mostly write books now): ‘The City Still Dreams of Her Name’ in Beneath Ceaseless Skies and We Will Become as Monsters’ in The Future Fire. Again, very different kinds of stories: one is about an incarnated city chasing fate across timelines, one is about a dead warlord pushing one final time from beyond the grave to realize her goals.

In terms of reading, Dionne Brand’s Theory (recommended to me by the excellent J. Moufawad-Paul) is the best thing I’ve read this year, with the caveat that I don’t read as many books a year as I used to. Not for lack of trying: the issue I keep running into is that a lot of books fail to hold my interest beyond the first few pages, often because of the voice is obnoxious or the prose at the sentence level is simply very bad.

Anime watched

Shit. I don’t remember what actually aired in 2020 and what aired in 2019.

The most memorable title for me this year was First Inspector, which exceeded expectations after the uneven third season. It wraps everything up in an incredibly satisfying way, and the fist fight in the literal brain juices was something. Still no idea why Akane was put in solitary confinement, but it’s also clear there’s going to be more Psycho-Pass. Whee!

Deca-dence was a total dark horse, a TV original that’s very stylish, fun, and sort of like if you take Attack on Titan and make Eren a girl, and then also drop the convoluted subplots about shifters, the weird character arcs, and also the very strange flirtations with fascism. It’s nothing innovative in terms of themes and plot (though the twist in episode two will catch most people by surprise), but it does all of it really well.

I’m also watching Vlad Love, a brand-new Oshii Mamoru (of Ghost in the Shell fame) that’s a bizarro lesbian vampire romcom. It makes me think a bit of Studio Trigger in tone (and Banba, the protagonist, is almost absurdly horny), though I trust Oshii to be… much less creepy.

Games played

Uhhhhhhhh. I don’t game that much anymore but this year I enjoyed Ooblets (which I probably should get back to now that they’ve added more content) and Griftlands a lot, and Planet Zoo is always a good and relaxing time. And then there’s Genshin Impact, which I wrote about a little here.

It’s a very beautiful game, though flawed and exploitative as all gacha games are.

NEW BOOK! Machine’s Last Testament is now up for pre-order

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Excuse my excitement. My new book, my first full-length novel ever, is up for pre-order. (Yes, other retailers will be up eventually; yes there will be a paperback edition.)

It’s a really long book for me, meaning nearly three times the length of anything I’ve had published previously. The cover art is created from scratch, by Rashed (who’s also the artist for the cover of And Shall Machines Surrender), which makes me feel very grown-up. Having a woman on the cover who looks like this was a huge priority for me, and the artist went above and beyond. Stern. Sharp. Glaring. Menacingly martial, but in a way that appeals to lesbians.

To give humanity peace, the artificial intelligence Samsara will wage an eternal war…

In a universe torn by combat, Samsara’s world is the final haven that refugees will pay any price to enter. At the Selection Bureau, Suzhen Tang upholds the AI’s will and grants citizenship to those deemed worthy. When she meets new arrival Ovuha, she judges Ovuha a model candidate⁠—educated, beautiful, a perfect fit for utopia.

But Ovuha carries with her the seeds of battle, and what she brings may spell apocalyptic change: the breaking of Samsara, the end of paradise.

This is a cyberpunk dystopia in the fashion of Psycho-Pass, and I pitch the book as that meet Ian M. Banks’ Culture novels, though of course my book has considerably more lesbians than either title.

Oh man, I can’t believe I wrote a book this long, but anyway if you’ve always thought you wanted a really long book from me this is it: long, about 400 pages in paperback. And here’s the AO3-style tags!

  • mutual pining deluxe
  • slow-burn
  • love in the time of psycho-pass
  • ruthless lesbians who only soften for ONE woman
  • polyam F/F/NB
  • sexually charged hand contact
  • meaningful cooking
  • childhood friends to gay
  • the AI just wants you to be happy
  • the specter of war and the brutality of systems
  • lots of trauma and lots of healing

It also has a lot of AIs. They’re just my favorite science fiction thing. You thought I’d gotten AIs out of my system with And Shall Machines Surrender? Hah! Think again.

Story notes for August 2019

After a very long content draught, I have a bunch of new stories out this month to follow up the release of And Shall Machines Surrender last month. August: it’s full of lesbians!

‘Tiger, Tiger Bright’

While werewolves are ubiquitous in urban fantasy, in Southeast Asian mythology weretigers are more of a staple (and in fact wolf-related things are absent entirely, as wolves are not naturally present here). So this is a weretiger story, but also a story about transformation. I’ve left things ambiguous here, and if you like short, long-toothed horror that’s told in tight second-person, this one’s for you. It’s still lesbian. All my fiction is. Review from Charles Payseur.

‘Where Machines Run with Gold’

The first Alabaster Admiral story! I’ve been waiting for this one to publish for a while. It’s a return to my more ornate kind of space opera, so it’s of a different genre to the cyberpunk noir of And Shall Machines Surrender, which is appropriate given that Anoushka is more suited to space opera than anything. This takes place long before ASMS, and at a point in time where the Alabaster Admiral doesn’t even hold that title yet. This is also a retelling of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, which I feel lends itself to just this sort of thing–ornate space opera, mysterious lords, the shadow of war to come. In and of itself, Green Knight in the original text is a story set around festivity, but it’s contextualized by the greater Arthuriana (and the shadow of Morgan le Fay, in this case). I changed the core themes substantially: in the poem, Gawain is the ultimate virgin who declines to succumb to Bertilak’s wife, and is innocent to the nature of the game being played (in addition to being a devout Christian). Anoushka is… very different, in that she’s completely wise to what is going on–though not as wise as the Bertilak figure–and she is about the opposite of virginal. I’ve described her as a ‘supersoldier turbodomme’, and she’s quick to take advantage of how neglected and frustrated Dushann’s wife is. This is also my most densely sexy story to date, to the point it can probably called smutty. What can I say, Anoushka is a hungry woman.

If you’ve read the book and wonder whether Dushann is who you think ze is, the answer is yep.

‘That August Song’ 

The obvious influences for this story are Darling in the Franxx and Pacific Rim, but I also drew on RahXephon for the song aspect. It’s a mecha fantasy story, and in a lot of ways–in terms of narrative shape and plot direction–it charts fairly new ground for me. Cocky bisexual pilot! Song priestesses with eldritch anatomy who love cocky pilots! Tizeva was an enormous fun to write, and Sanenya is a good foil for her, dutiful and reserved to Tizeva’s brash self-assurance. The eldritch anatomy (Sanenya has… a few more mouths than average) is something I might play with again some other time (whether in fantasy or SF context). Charles Payseur reviewed it here.