Dead Man's Hammer
Deanna was just another third rate colony in the Terran Empire-and it was pretty much as boring a lump of rock as could be expected. That is, until Gary Beck ran over an obsidian crow with his Jeepo... More > and didn’t have a spare tyre. (Things pretty much went down hill from there.)There was an assassin in town now and she had a score to settle. She was pretty, but as most poets will tell you, beauty can be deceiving. The same poets, who would write about Helen of Troy as the face that launched a thousand ships, would write about Villainessa Tittle as the bitch that sank them. As an assassin she took pride in her work, enjoyed what she did for a living – and above all, that she was bloody good at it. And this time unfortunately, it was absolutely 100 percent personal.(Mature transgendered theme)< Less
Sour Grapes - The Fruit Of Ignorance vol1
My name is Christina Engela – I’m a trans-woman who doesn’t take kindly to being treated like a second-class woman, human being, or citizen. For this reason I became an activist for... More > the pink community, and am closely involved with two South African GLBTI rights groups.
I tend not to shut up in the face of ignorance, aggression and fascism, and as fundamentalists are starting to discover, “meeting me for coffee” and a chat has far more of a positive effect than threats and hate mail.
This is the first volume of articles which I write for my blog, “Sour Grapes – The Fruit Of Ignorance”, which are displayed on Facebook and by request on other websites and e-zines around the world.< Less
Religion! Isn’t this how religion has always worked? Read the book, obey the book, believe the book, hit other people over the head with the book if they don’t believe it too? If they... More > don’t believe it, hate them and even kill them? Life by the book, death by the book. Very intelligent indeed.
This is a collection of thoughts about the assault on the human and civil rights of the pink community in post-Apartheid South Africa by hostile religious fundamentalism and it is an encouragement to those who do not know enough about it to do some research and digging of their own.< Less
Ever since he’d decided to quit being a P.I. and to try his hand at running cargo instead, things had just blown up in Timaset Skooch’s face one day at a time. (Grezakian Flamebirds... More > tended to do that occasionally.) Returning from an evening spent visiting relatives in Mars City he didn’t know he had, he arrived at space terminal to find his new acquisition stolen. A few minutes later, the crew of his slightly run down loderunner “Celeste“, returned from the nearby pub, blind drunk, puzzled and now technically unemployed as well. He was sure it had something to do with the 10 000,00 credits he was offered to transport two passengers to an asteroid in the rings of Jupiter, (as soon as possible, no questions asked), by a middle-man with no neck and a tendency to smile a lot. And to crown everything, his girlfriend was mad at him too (just a little). He was beginning to regret ever winning that card game…< Less