Don't get it twisted: PotV is far from over. We are at most at the halfway point and I have story ideas that stretch beyond it, to the point that I'm happy to continue as long as there's interest, which shows no signs of waning. I know what you guys are here for, and I'm dedicated to continuing to provide it.
HOWEVER:
I also love writing fantasy and magic and all that shit. It's wha...
2025-08-06 02:36:45 +0000 UTC View Post“Cover.”
Ajax says it without affect or emotion, like he’s saying excuse me to someone he’s squeezing past. He bolts behind an outcropping, raises his rifle and joins his squad’s hellacious chorus of return fire. The echoing report of the rifles bounce back to them from the high stone walls of the canyon, joining the sustained roar of the turrets that pour fire on them....
2025-08-05 02:08:41 +0000 UTC View Post“What in smoldering hellfire killed the Argosy True?”
Sykora’s shined boots squeak together with the crossing of her legs. She frowns up at the holoprojected image of the Argosy True in happier times. The freighter consists of a stubby rectangular cabin in front, and then a line of long, warty cargo modules, like the segments of a spaceborne millipede, stretching across the command ...
2025-08-03 00:11:00 +0000 UTC View PostA trill at Waian’s door interrupts the music momentarily. She dances over to the panel and thwaps her tail against it, as she finishes shimmying her pants on.
The cabin opens to the royal couple. Waian is pleased to see they’ve obeyed the come cozy mandate. Grantyde’s in a fleecy burgundy hoodie. Sykora is in one of Grantyde’s shirts, displaying a rangy-looking Maekyonite...
2025-07-30 21:26:03 +0000 UTC View PostThey move through a thoroughfare tunnel and out into a cavernous space hewn into the volcanic rock. Far below, a gridded field of turbines hang in suspension over a glowing, sizzling lake of fire, their undersides gleaming with heat.
“Thermal farms like this one are honeycombed throughout Tamion to handle the massive power draw of our foundries.” Wex has to raise her voice over the co...
2025-07-29 03:47:35 +0000 UTC View PostAnother blaring beep and the treadmill speeds up again. Sweat pours along her back in sheets. She hasn’t been getting sleep. She’s been too busy with Grantyde. She can’t keep running. She can’t.
Her legs buckle. She slams face-first into the treadmill and skids off it into a crumpled heap on the concrete floor. The electrodes and the breathing hose they’ve stuck to her wilt like...
2025-07-27 01:24:47 +0000 UTC View Post“I should have been there,” Ajax says.
“Stop saying that, man.” Grant reaches across the carrier and delivers a light punch to Ajax’s armored shoulder. “We wanted a small escort, so it’s on us. And I’m all right. Really. I lived, right?”
“You got a goddamn racing stripe across your face, Majesty. I should have insisted.”
Grant folds his arms. “I order y...
2025-07-25 05:29:43 +0000 UTC View PostI know the cliffhanger was irksome. Thank you for your patience. Another quick poll at the end!
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The covers on the bed shift and bunch from the invisible enemy's stagger. The force of Grant’s panicky kick causes a thunk against the hardwood as his target connects with the bedframe.
A lavender-tinted woman melts from the air. Her head is shorn to a tight buzz cut...
2025-07-23 00:51:19 +0000 UTC View PostHello, all!
In the previous PotV chapter, I faded-to-black on a scene between Grant and Sykora that involved a lil' bit of leash.
This was out of a concern for pacing and the rate of storytelling. We already had a spicy scene a few chapters ago, and it's a goal of mine to make each of these spicy interlewds matter narratively, as far as revealing something about the protagonists, be...
2025-07-21 20:30:37 +0000 UTC View Post
A few sundry images for you of our cast, fine patrons! Including the closest to canon-Grant we’ll ever get, a very grumpy Brigadier, and the Countess-in-waiting of Korak.
2025-07-21 18:36:48 +0000 UTC View Post“What people don’t get about pea gravel is that you can’t just leave it as it is on a footpath untreated.” Viscountess Vikla continues her lecture as yet another would-be rescuer sees that he’s engaged and steps away.
“I see,” Grant says. He catches the attention of Count Tikani and high-beams a distress signal to the Kovikan from his anticompless eyes.
... 2025-07-21 05:47:13 +0000 UTC View PostTamion’s rim of volcanic hell burns a halo out the window. Sykora watches the eruptions. Her tail threads onto Grant’s arm. He holds it gently. Her snug black dress and her curtain of dark hair obscure her reflection to just her face and her sweetheart neckline, bright blue in the indistinct glass overlooking the lava fields.
“I never even imagined I’d see something like this.” ...
2025-07-20 03:40:09 +0000 UTC View PostHello, folks!
In the interest of codifying and expanding the world of PotV as we proceed into Volume IV, I thought I should release a public-facing version of the way in which the Empire is structured. This is a broad overview of the way in which the nobility works; as Sykora mentions there are a ton of edge cases.
For those viewing this in the public posting, please be aware that t...
2025-07-17 17:38:12 +0000 UTC View PostYeah I know. the post title. bear with me.
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Axyna leers at them from an easy chair as they emerge from the examination room. “Have fun in there, gals?”
She hops from her seat and holds her hand out. Sykora wordlessly gives the canister over. Axyna takes it and makes a show of pretending it’s heavy. “Whoa. Stud. This will do nicely.”
“What’s nex...
2025-07-15 04:17:02 +0000 UTC View PostGrant watches the Taiikar cityscape filter past below them. The trains catch his eye, today, labyrinthine magnetic railways burrowing through a warren of glass tunnels, and crawling funiculars puttering up great pyramidal tracks. Grant always enjoyed taking trains, the smooth chuffing motion and the speeding horizon. He wonders if he’ll ever take one again. Something in him doubts that, with ...
2025-07-12 05:49:13 +0000 UTC View PostHello folks! Conversations are advancing for the audio version of my books. Princess of the Void in particular is one that I am very excited to get kicked off.
As we discuss what the book is going to be, the question of narration came up. My personal inclination is for a female narrator--I know that it stars a dude but it's 3rd person and most of the characters are ladies.
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2025-07-09 19:05:32 +0000 UTC View PostWith this, the fishfuckery is concluded (for now, anyway).
It's been a smut-heavy time for this patreon--we also have an NSFW main story chapter coming up.
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Qiva ambles into the conjugal hab and glances around its rose-tinted confines. She pulls a scarlet-painted drawer open, eyes the sex toys inside, and shuts it again. “Kitchy.”
“It’s a sex room.” Talem fo...
2025-07-09 05:58:29 +0000 UTC View PostWe can’t sweep yet. Sykora desperately scrambles for the puzzle prisms, but they keep slipping from her grip. One of the glass prisms has cracked; she’s desperately trying to piece it back together, find its place in the honeycombed mosaic. I haven’t finished, she says. I need to finish.
It’s too late, Majesty, Hyax says, and she’s huge, and her uniform is the drab gray Maekyoni...
2025-07-06 05:21:36 +0000 UTC View PostTurns out I have one more relatively short chapter to finish this one out. That is coming this weekend along with a regular PotV update. Enjoy, shark-lady fanciers.
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The outer wall of the temp-hab clatters and puckers behind Talem’s back as he’s shoved into it. It practically bends as the huge fish-woman who shoved him slams up against it, pinning him to the sheet metal.
<... 2025-07-05 05:59:18 +0000 UTC View PostWaian wakes up and stretches, her leg locking out, shivering like a kindek's, then folding up. The bright golden light of dawn filters in through the window of her cottage.
The tea’s ready; it always is. She pours herself a cup and wanders outside, to the lip of the canyon. Below, in its rocky expanse, a massive scaffold holds up the gleaming guts of a huge, half-finished cruiser.
Grant slides the microphone up his sleeve and finishes tying his laces. He straightens up and nods to the guard. “Damned complicated boots,” he says.
“Sire,” is the guard’s brusque reply.
“On Maekyon we all used these things called flip-flops.”
“As you say, sire.”
He gives the guard a practiced golden-retriever grin and wave and continues onward, pausin...
2025-07-01 04:58:47 +0000 UTC View PostSykora sits up. Her lips slip open—underneath her teeth are gritted. “Third touch, second blood, or first to fall?”
“Second blood,” Inadama says.
“Terms,” Sykora says. She has the automatic air of ceremony about her now.
“If you win, I’ll sign your papers. And you’ll be a Princess Margrave.”
“And I suppose if you win, I am a Princess Pala...
2025-06-29 16:39:13 +0000 UTC View PostHey folks.
This is a weird update--it's going to come after the conclusion of Volume 1 on Royal Road, and it'll be put up on Scribblehub after the fact.
I'm adding this epilogue after various pieces of feedback and such on Royalroad made me decide it ultimately needs to come earlier in the story. Originally this was going to be a volume 4 tidbit (or maybe even in volume 5!), but I'v...
2025-06-26 23:56:23 +0000 UTC View Post“I would have an estate,” Sykora says. “On a private island or my own forest. Somewhere remote. You and I would live there with our children. We’d have a stipend to afford anything we wanted. We could start a settlement on our lands, if we wished. A Princess Palatine has to stay accessible to the Core, so we wouldn’t be able to lay claim to any worlds. But there are plenty of demesnes...
2025-06-26 06:15:55 +0000 UTC View PostThe shuttle crests past the towering, shaggy treeline and descends into the valley beyond. Its shadow dances across hedgerows and vineyards in shades of orchid and lilac on its way to the mansion at the valley’s center, a massive and silvery temple jutting from the grounds like a shard of carved bone.
Grant isn’t sure exactly what to call it, the architectural style on Taiikar. It’s...
2025-06-23 15:48:22 +0000 UTC View PostHello, my friends.
I wanted to take a moment to give some updates here about my stories and the future of my patreon—to be clear it is all good things.
OK, big news first:
I’ve signed on with the homies at Shadow Light Press to publish my stories. Wife After Death, Power Trio, and Princess of the Void (eventually) are all going to be professionally edited...
2025-06-22 22:13:02 +0000 UTC View PostAn impossibly thin strip of sliver stretches from the misty violet forest through the twilit sky, spreading wider and wider as the shuttle approaches, until it’s the width of the Empire State Building back on Maekyon—just unbelievably taller. Taller than the eye can see. The shuttle’s engine goes still as it slots into the Sylai Forest Space Elevator. Like so many of the Taiikari’s tech...
2025-06-20 05:40:31 +0000 UTC View Post“It’s all women,” Talem says. “Wonder why.”
On the ready room camera bank, they watch the drone feed as it follows the Eqtoran patrol squad. Pentine is here as their proctor, tablet in hand. Talem is here to bother Pentine until the sortie’s done and they can get out onto the range for some target practice.
“They’re still manufacturing the anticomps for the dudes,”...
2025-06-19 22:27:51 +0000 UTC View PostWelcome to Volume IV, everyone!
We're starting this one off with a SYKORA PoV. WOWIE ZOWIE. Most of the book is still gonna be Grant, to be clear--this is just a fun little first-chapter thing. We'll return to her intermittently throughout, though, and we'll also get some fun additional PoVs along the way similar to volume III.
Hope you're ready for some real Royal Assholes in this ...
2025-06-13 20:34:07 +0000 UTC View Post