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New books, AI, and moving to other platforms

I haven't posted to the website in some time, but since we've come to the end of the year and there is much news, I figured an update here was in order: 1) I have turned my focus toward other platforms for several reasons, the first being that I have begun doing daily language videos, and the second being that Blogger has permitted extrapolation AIs to use their platform for scraping. Because of this, I will not be posting many new stories here. All new stories henceforth will be on Patreon where the AIs cannot get to them.  You can find all the monthly stories and book news here: New videos for linguistics, etymology, myths and legends will be on Youtube and Tiktok: 2) I've been hard at work on several new books. The Further Adventures of Myndil Plodostirr is finished and will be out in 2024. Here is a small sample of the artwork (the publisher has not told me who did the cover). The book is ab

Aodhgan's Advice

We all feel like this at one point or another. A little moment between Karla and Aodhgan:   Karla sat and hugged her knees. She watched Darryn getting on with a few of the villagers, the farmers asking him about the best wood for building a fence. “Aodhgan?” said she, still watching Darryn. Aodhgan turned. “Hrm?” “What do you do when people are mean to you?”   He gave her a curious look. “You mean when people accuse me of being a monster?” Karla nodded and seemed distressed. “When people don’t like you for no reason.” Aodhgan watched her follow Darryn across the field, but he sensed that the question was meant more about herself. He moved closer to her and looked thoughtful. “When I was young, all the unpleasantness from other people I experienced would happen whenever I left our kingdom.” “So, you stopped leaving?” “For a time, but there were times when I had to go to other kingdoms to do things for my father. My father is really my uncle—his brother, my birth father,

New book: Dragons Don't Celebrate Passover

You asked, and we answered.  DRAGONS DON'T CELEBRATE PASSOVER is out now!  If you enjoy funny and informative books about holidays, you can get the book here:   As well, for those who want to read more about Darryn the Half-Orc and his friend Karla, you can join our Patreon here:


  You asked, and we answered-- The Orc Who Saved Christmas is out right now ! You can get it on Amazon, Book Depository, Ingrams, or ask your local bookstore to order it in. Enjoy the adventures of Darryn and Karla! Art by Jonathan Burrello. Buy The Orc Who Saved Christmas HERE:

The Orc Who Saved Christmas

  The Orc Who Saved Christmas                 Orcs did not celebrate Christmas. This was a fact, one that Darryn had heard shouted at him for much of his adult life. He was only half-Orc, however, his mother being the Orc and his father being the human who lost an unfortunate bet. There was much alcohol involved in Darryn’s conception, and even more of it when they were trying to work out which one of them was going to raise him. He looked more like his father than his mother, which was offensive to half the Orc population at least, and so Darryn was classed as an abomination and handed over to his father to keep. He spent a few years with his father, who spent more time in the mines and the taverns than he did at home, but Darryn learned quickly how to mind himself.                 He also grew quickly, which made his father uncomfortable; a ten year old child as tall and hardy as a forty year old man required explaining, and to keep suspicion off and ridicule away, Darryn’s fath


Well, since Blogger has been deleting all the stories I keep posting for no reason, here is a fun holiday book I did with Jonathan Burrello, cartoonist for Barb and Blinky and Sal. WEREWOLVES DON'T CELEBRATE HANUKKAH is available now worldwide!  U.S.: https://    U.K. and Ireland :  https:// CANADA: https://   E.U. https://

Finngeal Returns

 Finngeal makes his momentary return: Information was worth the risk of visiting Aith Cliath again, and though he had feelings about returning to the place where he had been imprisoned, his situation was different now. He had training and he had his wolf; no longer was he the young boy unable to fend for himself. He was now what others feared, the white ghost with the silver mane, keeper of stern looks and stone hearts, guardian of the home he once lost, and he no apprehension about seeing those responsible for his imprisonment. They were all dead. His only anxiety now was trying not to kill anyone else. He left early, hoping to reach Aith Cliath by evening. He went through the woods, travelling northeast against the sun, pausing in Cill Chuilinn to send a message home by a spy there, and reaching the main gate of the walled city by sundown. An argument over imported goods broke out at the southern entrance, and Finngeal used the commotion to slip into the city, ricocheting a rock off