Author: Anthony Stevens

Genship Passing

GenShip Passing

A few years back, I was challenged to write a lyric to the tune of City of New Orleans. It seemed an easy and fun task but, several hours later, I had come up with an entire science fiction song. Since I’ve been working on a generation ship idea for some time, I thought I’d present this little ditty.

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Yoga Toolkit Review

Yoga Toolkit by Rica Lewis is an honest and slightly irreverant introduction to Yoga. It is sub-titled “A Beginner’s Guide to Finding Magic & Momentum on the Mat”.

There are no drawings or photographs of impossibly flexible people tangled in tendon-snapping poses.
Instead, we find simple explanations of basic concepts and some great advice. For example:

“So here’s the truth: If you discover you are good at yoga, check your posture.”

Imperfections are to be found in all things and my primary complaint about this book is that she gives wonderful advice and hints at so many interesting paths, that the book is too short. Like any good work, she leaves us wanting more.

Yoga Toolkit is free for a limited time on Amazon.

Thank you, Rica!

Airship Legacy BETA

The final draft of Airship Legacy is ready. I need a few BETA readers. The first six people that send me an email request will get an Advanced Reader Copy (ARC) in .epub format. I would hope to get some feedback from them on typos or any other issue they encounter.
If all goes well, I expect to release this blockbuster towards the end of August.

Airship Legacy is an eighty five thousand word steampunk/dieselpunk crossover novel. It’s a multi-generational adventure on three continents, on land, sea, and air. There are several strong female characters including an airship captain nicknamed Crazy Taylor.

In the following excerpt, two military airships have engaged in battle near a tropical Pacific island.

Katrina realized it was much quieter. Weapons on both craft had stopped and she heard only the tortured whine of their overstressed engines and the wind, whistling through the many bullet holes. They passed astern of the other airship and were engulfed in the choking oil smoke from her flaming fuselage. By now, both craft were only a short distance above the dark blue of deep water. White spray from waves rolling over the half-submerged reefs was dampening the bottom of their hulls.
Hanz ordered Katrina to twist the wheel and kick the rudder pedals hard to one side. Then he shouted. “Forward mount! Target their bomb bay. See if you they have any left!” In a slow response to their efforts at the helm, the mortally wounded craft rolled to one side, enabling her belly guns to release a final stream of Willy Pæter. Every shot was centered on the double-hatch. The two craft were so close, none of the shots had a chance to spread until after they had punched through the thin metal.
One, last bomb was still in the rack and it was hit with more than a dozen rounds of Willy Pæter before it exploded. That was the final indignity for both ships.
The Blitzlied was hit hard on it’s port side, rolling with the impact until the cabin deck was almost vertical. That only held for a few seconds as the airframe crumpled and their momentum carried them forward. The reinforced keel contained forward and aft gun mounts, the power generator and the bridge. The cabin remained on its side, sliding closer to the water when, without warning, they hit the reef with a loud crash and she twisted sideways to lay full-length against the partially-submerged rocks. As two more waves hit what remained of the wreckage, the cabin rolled back into an almost level position before it slammed down. Water poured in through shattered windows and split seams. All except a few of the instrument lights died and the engines splashed to a stop.
Victoria was the first to free herself from the safety harness and struggle through the knee-deep water, to her brother. “He’s still alive!” She shouted as she released his buckles.
“Over there! That red handle above the door.” Hanz shouted at Katrina. “Pull it down hard!”
As she left the seat, she grabbed the canvas shoulder bag with her spare batteries and splashed over to the buckled hatch. When she hauled down on the red handle, it released an outside panel over the hatch and a rubberized package dropped. As soon as it fell, it started to make a loud hissing noise and inflate. Katrina pushed on the hatch and nothing happened. The second attempt, she just kicked the center support and the whole hatch popped open, then disappeared beneath the foam. She jumped to grab the raft and with one hand on a rope handle, she stood, chest-deep in water. Another wave hit and the remaining fuselage threatened to roll over them.
“Victoria! Hurry!”
Hanz and Victoria carried the limp form of their captain to the hatch. Katrina hauled hard on the rope and swung the raft around so they might tumble in. “Here!” She slung the canvas bag from her shoulder, into the tiny craft. It was obviously only designed for two. There must have been others, but the airship was being torn apart around them. “Use your hands and paddle for shore!” She commanded, then started pushing against the reef and kicking as hard as she could force them away from the collapsing wreckage.

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My email is masteranthonystevens@gmail.com

Faery Trap

More than a dozen years ago, I wrote a fantasy poem in response to a challenge on an email list. I had forgotten all about it, until I tripped over it while clearing some debris from mail.

I guess that gives me the right to inflict it on you, dear readers.

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Super Summer Sale!

This month only, I’m having a half-price sale on some of my stories. I’d love to see some comments on any of them. Comments, critiques, reviews, and thrown tomatoes are always welcome.

Use the PROMO CODE SSW50 at checkout to get 50% off the retail price of the following tales.

Shibari Sails

AudioBook

Shibari Sails is all about piracy and pleasure in the Caribbean. From Palm Beach to the West End, Vanessa Fullright and her fellow ex-cons, provide unforgettable vacations for wealthy patrons, while trying to avoid watery graves.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Multiplarity

Perfect health, longevity, religious intolerance, political expedience, and aliens… all part of colonizing another world.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Uncommon Ground

A terrorist launches multiple attacks with the help of thousands of rats.
An unlikely band of Guardians and their animal friends must be our first line of defense.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Turkey Creek Ghost

A psychotic ex-boyfriend threatens Dani and Ranger Rick in the lush beauty of a state park. Can Abinormal and Grandma Lupe save them?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tazia Fahn

A dieselpunk swashbuckler with a strong heroine, corrupt cops, gangsters, and airships!

 

I’m Offended

On the Privilege of Being Offended

Lately, I have been seeing more than a few news articles about people who are upset because they find something offensive and want it stopped. I think they are being silly at best, and an extreme danger to society as a whole, at worst. Please consider the following items.

Two issues

Number one: The ability to be offended is a privilege available only in a free society. In a totalitarian state such as those that exist in much of the world, if you say or do something that offends someone in power, you may lose your possessions, your freedom, and even your life.

Number two: We must learn from accurate history. If we erase the visible traces of history we deem offensive, then we have blinded those that follow to the very reason we find them offensive in the first place.

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Poetry Challenge!

A FaceBook friend, Ron Porter, issued the following challenge.

ATTENTION POETS:
Since April is (in the US at least) “Poetry Appreciation Month” I am offering an exercise for you all. Below is a poem I wrote a few months ago and it is posted below. The exercise I propose is as follows: take this poem, write an original poem on the theme and post it. Please use the Title as a line in the poem. try to (but not mandatory) incorporate the Image of “the dark lady”; magic/ occult/ spiritual reference and; the duality of human nature (both good and evil). I hope you have some fun with this and, I will post all submission on my poetry page this month, unless you ask that I do not. I hope you guys join me in this; you ARE my favorite writers. Use any style or form you choose.

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My Desk

Reflections on the Creation Process by Anthony Stevens

My friend, the Sassy Brit, has a weekly challenge.

What’s On Your Desk, Wednesday?

I accepted her challenge, sent her a photo and a brief description, but then it occurred to me that some folks might be interested in a more detailed description of how I do what I do.

  1. Workspace

“Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.” – Cesar A. Cruz

Any discussion on the creative process should start with the physical environment and tools to be used. With that in mind, here’s a little background.

My wife and I have retired to a small apartment wing of the old family homestead. With this in mind, I downsized my office to include only that which I found critically useful.

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The Great Turning: Review

A friend who has made a name for herself writing erotic literature, recently started a dystopian science fiction trilogy. Naturally, I had to give it a try and I’m very glad I did.

“The Great Turning” by Lesli Richardson, is not your usual post-apocalyptic tale. With a background of the world devastated by a major meteor strike, families, friends, and lovers, fight killers on both two legs and four.

It isn’t often that gay, lesbian, and poly scenes are part of a rousing good military science fiction yarn. In case you’re wondering, this is by no means erotica with ray guns. It features a very well-crafted world and believable characters.

While this is the first in a trilogy, it works quite well as a stand-alone tale. I’ll give it five out of five stars.

I’m looking forward to the next novel in this series.

Genre: post-apocalyptic, sci-fi, futuristic, dystopian, GLBTQ, MMF (not erotic)