Coming up as of next week:

 The Last History-Keeper: a Liquid Diet Chronicles Tale

 

Imagine what it would be like to remember all of history.

Justinian doesn’t have to imagine. He’s the last of a nearly-lost line of vampires, the last keeper of history, hunted by tyrant and monster alike, alive only because of the grace of God, and the luck of having an early pope hide him from those hunting him. He’s been in the catacombs of Vatican City ever since, hidden and safe.

But now...now he’s needed. Vampire, priest, visionary, historian, he’s been sent forth into the world, to walk it once again.

His ordained path leads him to...Manhattan, Kansas. To a brand new nest, filled with orphans and outcasts. And the journey takes him into the path of those who need his help: a six year old girl with an unmanageable memory, and a brand new line with gifts that terrify.

Reality bites.

Actions and choices have consequences.  

Normally, people learn that starting in toddlerhood: toddler throws a tantrum, consequences are applied to bad behavior.  Toddler does something right, rewards are applied for behavior the parent wants to see repeated.  

And on, and on.  Until eventually, there's a functional adult standing there, moving out and into their own lives.  

Somehow, somewhere, somewhen, that has short-circuited.  There are more toddlers reaching the age of majority than there should be.  People who throw tantrums in public.  People who attack others in public.  

People who use their cars as battering rams.  

And crowds of people who are shocked, just shocked, when the consequences are applied.  

That doesn't count the media who fucking lies about the situation, either.*  

Yes, I'm talking about the fuckwits protesting the removal of criminal aliens in Minnesota in general, and Renee Good, who used her car to assault members of law enforcement** in the course of doing their jobs, in specific.  She fucked around--hit an ICE officer, and tried to run him over--and found out, good and hard.  She deserved the bullets to the face that she got.  Fully and completely deserved those bullets, and would have even if said ICE agent hadn't been run over and dragged six months earlier.  

Yes, I said it.  The stupid bitch deserved to be shot, and while the agent may have reacted quickly out of previous trauma, he reacted correctly.  And I would argue that, since he wasn't badly injured by her stupidity, he reacted quickly enough.  He didn't overreact.  And he didn't shoot her too fast.  

Another agent may have hesitated; that hesitation might have killed him or her.     

Renee Good was 37 years old.  A mother.  A toddler in an adult body.  Because an adult wouldn't have been protesting--an adult would have been working to provide for her child, since she was widowed.  An adult would have put their child's needs before her own need to be stunningbrave, and center of attention.  An adult wouldn't have fucking tried to run over another individual, unless that individual was presenting a threat to her safety (and probably not even then).  An adult would have been aware that there are consequences to assault, and wouldn't have engaged in assault.  

She is entirely deserving of the bullets to the face she took.  Because yes, she was a grown-ass woman with a toddler mentality, but she was still a grown-ass woman who made a dangerous, dumbass choice, one that endangered the life of someone doing their job.  In short, her toddler mentality tried to kill him, and he succeeded in killing her right back.  

Yes, her actions were her choice, because she was a grown woman; however, I'd seriously lay the fault for her choice as much at the feet of her parents and the education system as I would at lay the fault on her for making that choice in that moment.   

I've seen updates that her orphaned son will be raised by his grandparents; I hope to God that it's the kid's paternal grandparents that will raise him, because his maternal grandparents didn't raise their daughter. 

 

*The media is spinning stories so hard that any tenuous connection with reality gets snapped in the spin, trying to paint law enforcement and our duly elected government giving orders as the bad guys.  I refuse to link and give them views, but I've seen headlines that ICE shot a woman who was sitting in her car.  Yes, she was...but she was actively trying to run over officers, not parked, as the story and headline imply.

**Yes, ICE is law enforcement.  Federal, not state or local.  But still law enforcement.  Because it's against the fucking law to cross our fucking borders without our fucking permission, or to overstay the fucking temporary permissions of a student visa or traveler's visa.   

Holy SHIT!

Happy New Year!  Dang!  We're three days in, and that magnificent bastard has managed to do more of what I voted for, and...wow!

And it's not just Venezuela this is going to end up hitting:  there's also Russia (translated tweet follows).

"This is not f***ing funny, you underdeveloped idiots. Soon it won’t even be profitable for us to extract oil. In a couple of months we’ll starve to death. This is checkmate for the entire economy of the underdeveloped traitor Putin. May he die, a real bastard. A talentless, stinking piece of f***ot trash. This is a nightmare for us. They will drop the price of oil below the floor and take over the entire market. Now, on top of everything else, they’ll also have oil. This is a total f***ing disaster. And we’ll be left without internet, drowning in taxes, hugging our f***ing oil. The political leadership of our country needs to be killed. They are inherently insane. And they are traitors. They should be hanged. The Americans have just extended their existence for several more centuries, while ours will end in a month." 

I'd say I was sorry for the common people in Russia, but I'm not.  They've permitted the bastards running their nation into the ground to run their nation into the ground.   I'm glad this is going to hurt that country as a whole--maybe they'll fucking learn something this time about civilized behavior.  

(note, I'm not holding my breath)

Iranian Mullahs have just lost a bunch of their weapons development and their escape plans.   My shadenboner may have reached low earth orbit by this point--which should be impressive, considering I lack the parts.  

Not sure yet how this is going to affect China, but they had diplomats there in talks with Maduro the day before we snagged him out of his bunker before he could close and bolt the door.   

Of course, there are the usual depressives, Marxists, and anti-American psy-ops wailing and bemoaning unconstitutional acts, but I don't recall hearing anything about any of the unconstitutional foreign bombings, drone attacks, and extra-judicial assassinations pulled off by Clinton or Obama.  They can sit down and STFU.  

Overall, this is exactly what I voted for, and I'm enjoying every second.  

  

It's ALIVE!!!

So.  Today's New Year's Eve.  Last day of 2025.  And Street Snacks dropped live at midnight.  

I know a lot of people will be drinking and staying up way too late tonight, and having a quiet day tomorrow.   So...why not add reading a book to your hangover self-care routine? 

  

Don’t leave your empties lying in the streets, guys, jeez...

Meg Turner had a quiet six months (after the end of the monster incursion). That was because her borders were closed, but her six months of peace were up when her borders came down. While, yes, bringing her borders down allowed for a lot of postponed good things, it also allowed for an ill-considered challenge for her territory and a couple of murderers to waltz across her borders.

Oh, and an abandoned fledgling that had awakened to the night, buried in a dumpster. One that the Justices would have seen culled with most of the fledglings in the Kansas City nest. Thank goodness she’d sent Radu to rescue the ones that could recover from being brought over by cannibalistic monsters, and nobody official had paid attention to how many they’d rescued.

Between hiding an extra fledgling from the new Justice, Richmond recovering from a nasty case of PTSD, a vampire hiding his feeding on the homeless as animal attacks, and another feeding on her young vampires, Meg has her hands full.

And she’d really like to close her borders again, to avoid having to deal with all of this nonsense, please and thank you.

This is the fifth in the Liquid Diet Chronicles, and I've almost finished a novella expanding on a side character or two, introduced in this book.  Probably will toss that out for y'all sometime in mid-January, so grab this one and read it now.  

(Or start at the beginning, if you want, and read all of them.  They're available KU, as a Kindle purchase, or as a paperback.)   

Merry Christmas.

 

Coming up...

 

Street Snacks, the fifth in the Liquid Diet Chronicles, will be dropping live on New Year's Eve.  

Don’t leave your empties lying in the streets, guys, jeez...

Meg Turner had a quiet six months (after the end of the monster incursion). That was because her borders were closed, but her six months of peace were up when her borders came down. While, yes, bringing her borders down allowed for a lot of postponed good things, it also allowed for an ill-considered challenge for her territory and a couple of murderers to waltz across her borders.

Oh, and an abandoned fledgling that had awakened to the night, buried in a dumpster. One that the Justices would have seen culled with most of the fledglings in the Kansas City nest. Thank goodness she’d sent Radu to rescue the ones that could recover from being brought over by cannibalistic monsters, and nobody official had paid attention to how many they’d rescued.

Between hiding an extra fledgling from the new Justice, Richmond recovering from a nasty case of PTSD, a vampire hiding his feeding on the homeless as animal attacks, and another feeding on her young vampires, Meg has her hands full.

And she’d really like to close her borders again, to avoid having to deal with all of this nonsense, please and thank you.

New book!

 

 Sleigh Bells and Wedding Bells 

Amaryllis and Chris have been in love since...forever. Even if Amaryllis didn’t realize it until Chris fell off a ladder. A year later, they’re working and planning toward a wedding. Eventually. When they get enough money built up, and can take the time to do it.

Unfortunately, Amaryllis forgot Thanksgiving. Her mother decided that since she forgot it, she could make it. And that would have been fine, if the turkey hadn’t suddenly been the worst thing ever.

Now, she’s got three weeks to plan her own wedding, and only four hundred dollars to pay for it. But she’ll manage. It’ll work.

It just has to.

This is a sequel to Fixing Up Love, from last year.  You don't have to read that one, but there'll be bits in this one that'll make more sense if you have.