Seems people still enjoy an engaging story, don’t they? As if the story they’re constantly making up in their own heads isn’t enough.
If you’re willing to consider that your reality is subjective, I've got a story for you.

What do you mean, what do I mean?
About reality or subjectivity?

WHAT I DON'T HAVE

I don't have a newsletter to which you can subscribe.
No smokin'-hot sale prices on my catalog of well-reviewed serializations.
What reviews? Move along.
No Kindle, no cart, no checkout, no transaction, no subscription.
A format responsive to every mobile device in use on Earth.
I don't have a "DONATE" button either.

WHAT I DO HAVE

Words on a page. Speculative fiction.
Interconnected story arcs presented in occasionally linear fashion.
The reasons for, the participants in, and the implications of an impromptu pan-galactic intervention.
Sincere appreciation for your willingness to read this far.

WHAT YOU CAN DO

Read. Scoff if you will. Adore if you must.
Read more or, you know, don't.
Remain hopeful. Be kind. Strive to be happy.

This is only the end of the beginning.

Domains of Opposition

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White Fist and Two Dogs have awakened to a world unrecognizable, but one that recognizes them as unregistered, elusive, and dangerous vagrants. To an ancient enemy, however, they are seen as what they are, a perilous and uncanny obstacle in the path of plans fully in motion and events deemed unstoppable.

How they got there, the subject of the first book—now thankfully out of print—is another story. Serial revisions of that tale will be found nearby. 

Meanwhile, these Travelers are drawn toward the center of an inevitable cataclysm, one that must not begin without them. 

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This was the beginning. It will be again.

White Fist & Two Dogs

Original artwork by Ian Stone © 2022
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It could have started anywhere, of course. Turns out it was the tablelands of New Mexico in 1878. Nobody expected that.

This is the story of an unscheduled meeting between a half-breed drifter and paired members of a warrior caste not of this world, an inscrutable metahuman adversary, an artifact of unknown capability, a hermit community of once-human beings, and a death-defying creature of merciless appetite.

It's not your ordinary cowboys and aliens.

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The short answer is the least accurate.

What The Hell Is Hevn?

Original artwork by Ian Stone © 2022
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IF YOU'RE READING THIS,
YOU'VE BEEN IN A COMA FOR ALMOST A DECADE.

WE'RE TRYING A NEW TECHNIQUE.
WE DON'T KNOW WHERE THIS MESSAGE WILL END UP IN YOUR DREAM, BUT WE KNOW WE'RE GETTING THROUGH.

PLEASE WAKE UP.

You First
Find out
Pan-galactic rest stop and natural wonder.

The Little Flower Ranch, Waystation & Vortex

Image suggesting harmony—Original artwork by Ian Stone © 2022
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The ranch is tucked away near a forested hilltop, one of many crowding an oak savannah somewhere on the Left Coast of America. It's a peaceful little parcel outside of a sleepy one-stoplight town close enough to a city to see its halo at night. It makes a silhouette of the next hill over.

The waystation is where we live. We like company, but for most folks, we're an out-of-the-way station. It's part of the charm, I guess.

The vortex? Well, you know. It's hard to explain.
Why are you still reading this?

The What?
Take Me There
Let's don't and say we did.

Contact

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As the lone Maintenance Curmudgeon here at The Little Flower Ranch, Waystation & Vortex, my characters often must wait to find out what's going to happen to them next while I do something likely to involve hand tools, heavy lifting, and swearing. 
Meanwhile, as I strive to create content, it is apparent that having to also compartmentalize some of my resources to moderate and manage the comments here will eventually sap my will to live.

Kudos are nice, of course. I like those. Conversely, adversarial personalities are an unavoidable consequence of social interaction. My days are spectacular without either one.

Little Flower agrees.

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