I do have some free reads, some of which stand alone, if you’d like to, uhm, sample my wares.
I also tend to have boxes of postcards sitting around so if you’d like a personal AJH postcard please drop me an email at ajh(at)quicunquevult(dot)com and I’ll see what I can do.
And if you’re really into hand-written letters, you can also sign up Alexis Crossing which the latest in the series of peculiar projects I tend to get myself involved in.
Anyway, to the stories:
- Glitterland: Aftermath (Spires)
- In Vino (Spires)
- There Will Be Plogiston (ProsperityVerse)
- Draconitas (RuinVerse)
A moment of homecoming for Ash and Darian . . .
Immediately after the events of Glitterland, Ash and Darian return to Ash’s flat and explore everything that’s changed . . . and everything that’s stayed the same.
This is honestly just some romantic fluff I put together because, well, because I wanted to.
It takes place almost immediately after the end of Glitterland – I guess you might call it an epilogue but I don’t believe in epilogues so I prefer to think of it as an extra.
It certainly doesn’t stand alone or contribute anything particular to the book, but it was nice to spend a bit more time with those characters.
Whoever claimed there was veritas in vino was a rank amateur.
Set during in Oxford and taking place during the events of For Real, this is a short story from the perspective of Dr Jasper Leigh.
In Vino is a Spires Universe extra and is entirely free to folks who sign up for my newsletter–an intermittent, hopefully not too irritating bulletin you can unsubscribe from at any point.
Like Glitterland: Aftermath it isn’t designed to stand alone and won’t make much sense if you haven’t read For Real. But you absolutely don’t need to read it to understand either For Real or the rest of the series.
An instructive story in which vice receives its just reward.
Inspired by true and scandalous tales of the Gaslight aristocracy, we present the most moral and improving tale of Lady Rosamond Wolfram.
Weep, reader, for the plight of our heroine as she descends into piteous ruin in the clutches of the notorious Phlogiston Baron, Anstruther Jones. Witness the horrors of feminine rebellion when this headstrong young lady defies her father, breaks an advantageous engagement, and slips into depravity with a social inferior. Before the last page is turned, you will have seen our heroine molested by carnival folk, snubbed at a dance, and drawn into a sinful ménage a trois by an unrepentant sodomite, the wicked and licentious Lord Mercury.
Reader, take heed. No aspect of our unfortunate heroine’s life, adventures, or conduct is at all admirable, desirable, exciting, thrilling, glamorous, or filled with heady passion and gay romance.
Once upon a time . . . that’s how the old stories always begin.
Once upon a time there was a different prince of different kingdom, and he was not beloved. He was too soft for a harsh land, and so a test of strength was set for him. We took him to the hollow temple beyond the city, chained him to the rock and left him there.
But when the trial was done and we returned, he was gone, his shackles ripped from the stone.
There were rumours about that place: old magic and lost things, and the man with the yellow eyes. We thought we would never see our prince again.
We were wrong.
The old stories always end with happy ever after. But this isn’t one of the old stories. This is a story of princes and monsters.