Episode Four! A New Hope Trilogy!

Stardate: 20260105

Intro:

First, HUGE FREAKING NEWS. But that’s the next section. Now that you’ve been properly teased, I shall continue with the Introduction.

I have several rules by which I live my life. Some are silly, some are bedrock serious. Not all were written by me, but all feel right. I’m going to begin a series examining and explaining each one. First up, is the rule so bit it appears on the front page of my site.

Dev’s Rule Number One:

Nobody gets to tell you who you are, not your folks, not your friends, not a teacher or a priest or anybody else. Only you get that right.

Today, we examine the Good, the Bad, and the Fugly of my primary guide.

News:

OK, wow. Here we go with the biggie.

FLAME & CLAW HAS BEEN OFFICIALLY RELEASED!

The first two books, Peacebreaker and Lightbringer are available as e books (you find them on Amazon, Kobo, or DRM free on Itch.io). Worldender, the climax of the trilogy should be up for pre-order by the end of the week. All three books will be roughly $5 each (the platforms control foreign currency equivalents). I chose the platforms I did because I want to reach the broadest possible audience.

I’m exploring print options for those who would like a physical book. Hell, -I- want a physical book. but the options are, in a word, grim.

It has been a long, wonky road to get to this point. Between writing and editing and formatting and advertising (which I still royally suck at)… it’s a lot.

If you’d like, you can read the first chapter of Peacebreaker for FREE right here.

Read and Enjoy.

In The Library:

I always intended this section to be about OTHER people’s work, but this time I want to talk about Peacebreaker.

Being the first in the trilogy, It has a lot of heavy lifting to do. It’s gotta introduce Sara and the other characters, establish their relationships, and explain the intricacies of the world itself. Being an urban fantasy (or magical realism if you prefer) gives me a bit of an advantage. I don’t have to explain the mundane side of Sara’s life.

Not that it’s terribly mundane to start with. She’s living in her van with her cat and driving round the country as some kind of hybrid homeless person/wandering adventurer. That’s where the phrase “highway ronin” comes from. She wants to think of herself as controlling her own journey as she travels fork stop to stop, but the fact is she’s staggering from bad situation to barely acceptable short term solution to disaster. The book doesn’t romanticize her life as much as it may seem to, but when the call comes and she heads home, she’s secretly ready to settle down.

And what she finds when she comes “home” is nothing like she expected. She’s quickly drawn into a world of magic, and Immortals waging a cold war that has lasted for centuries. Sara very quickly discovers that her very existence has upset that tenuous balance and that cold war explodes in violence, fire, and death.

But she’s not in the world alone. She has her brother, and group of unexpected friends who welcome her into their family forged by flame and claw.

The Good

My number one rule.

Nobody gets to tell you who you are, not your folks, not your friends, not a teacher or a priest or anybody else. Only you get that right.

Obviously, the good of this is you define yourself. That is a simple, yet enormously powerful statement. Other people will try to label you, try to put you in a clean, neat, and tiny mental box.

But those labels? They only apply to you if you agree with them. Fight for your identity, because no one else has that right, or that responsibility.

The Bad

What could possibly be bad about the rule? If everyone gets to define themselves, where’s the harm?

Well, that’s an answer that again, only you can find. Here’s some food for thought though.

It’s human nature to fit everything we learn into our own frame of reference. Depending on the breadth of that frame, you might be more accepting of the differences in others. Or, maybe you live in a world where most if not all folks think the same way, hold the same values, and fit into similar frames. That’s not a bad thing, but it tends to shrink a person’s view of the world.

YOU get to decide who you are, but also remember that everyone around you has the same right. Conflict comes when we try to apply that decision to other people.

Assholes have the right to be assholes. Saints have the right to be saints. It’s their behavior toward others that is good or bad, and should be acted on accordingly, not their personal identity.

The Fugly

I’m not sure how fugly this is. To me the term has always meant ugly in a funny way. But then again, most stand-up comics will tell you folks don’t laugh at funny, they laugh at true.

What if you can’t answer the call to define who and what you are? Well, I think we call that condition ‘life.’ We’re all individuals who are constantly growing and learning, even if we don’t think we are.

I offer myself as an example. I was born into a very Catholic family. I attended a parochial school from the second through the fifth grade and only moving to a new town with a parochial school that was too pricey and that I vocally did not want to attend got me into the real of public education.

My father was very conservative. He felt Reagan was a tad too liberal. He was a Trump voter twice (would have been three, but he passed away a few years ago). He raised me think like he did, to value what he did. He was very much ‘Father Knows Best’.

But as I grew, I realized I didn’t share his values. Individual choice is very important to me. the wellness of the COMMUNITY is more important that making more money and driving a bigger car. Speaking of cars, My father and I are both large people. Over 6’4″ and broad in the shoulders. He drove the biggest family vehicles he could find. He drove a Ford cargo van with a converted luxuriously comfortable interior for over twenty years before shifting to top-line SUVs.

I drive a Ford Fiesta. The smallest car Ford made at the time. I don’t need 4-wheel drive, or a power-adjust chair with 16 dimensions. But he did, because it made him feel better about himself.

To get back to the point, We learn, we grow, and sometimes our answers change.

And that’s not fugly. It’s actually a good thing.

Well, that’s it for next month! Next time we’ll delve into some of the cast of Flame and Claw, and examine my second rule for life. I promise, thus one’s lighter:

Never turn down free food.

-If it comes from a trusted source. I’m looking at you, coworker-baked peanut butter sriracha cookies.-

See you in February!
-Dev

Episode Three: Revenge of the Grinch!

Stardate: 20251212

Intro:

Well, hello there. I’m Devlin, call me Dev (please, for the love of god call me Dev, I hate my name). I’ve been writing and drawing for what feels like at least half a century, but despite having gone pro with my digital art a few years ago, I’ve never published anything.

I can just sense the head nods. A lot of you out there in the same boat? You want to take the plunge, but you’re worried those dark shapes below might be sharks? Well I intend to document my self-publishing journey. Not just the (hopefully many) successes, but the spectacular failures too. Hopefully, I can help someone avoid a few of the pitfalls I’ll plunge into.

News:

Well, that’s the LAST time you’ll see those intro paragraphs. Because I PUBLISHED SOMETHING!!! The first chapter of Peacebreaker: Book One of Flame & Claw is available for free (Well, ‘pay what you want’ so tips would be appreciated, but in no way necessary) on Itch.
Check It Out!

Also, while we still don’t have a release DATE for the trilogy, we have a release WINDOW for books one and two. Both will drop the first week of January, 2026.

In The Library:

Lately, I’ve been binging all my favorite holiday movies and old specials. Children of the the Rankin-Bass generations all have their favorites, usually corresponding to their birth year and the special’s release date.

My favs are: “Twas the Night Before Christmas”, “The Year Without a Santa Claus”, and the last one they ever made, “The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus” (the puppet one, not the weaker animated remake form a few years later).

On the movie front, I love Netflix’s “Christmas Chronicles” films. Kurt Russel’s ‘Jack Burton as Kris Kringle” energy is infectious. And of course, National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation is an annual tradition- but for a set of obscure reasons. All but one thing in that film happened to my fam around the holidays one way or another… except one thing. Anybody care to hazard a guess?

And Now, This…

Releasing the promo was a big decision. No one ever tells you quite how exhausting being a self-published author is. I’ve been sitting with basically this one element of my life for three straight days, doing hardly any of my day-job work (don’t worry the boss is lenient, I’m self-employed) in favor of adding social media posts, or talking it up in discord servers I usually just lurk in. The tldr is I haven’t thought up a clever Good, Bad,Fugly for this month.

In it’s place, I present this – A short story, more of an essay really, that I wrote a few years back. I keep stumbling back to this every year, and every year it still rings true.

Because magic is where you find it.

And, so…

Christmas in the Dark

It’s the hour of the wolf.

Somewhere between three and four in the morning, as I lay awake staring at the ceiling without seeing it. All I can see are the troubles and the trials stretching out before and behind me. 

It’s December now, and our Christmas tree is up. It’s artificial, which is both easy and terrible- it smells like dust. We also decorated the house with all the little knickknacks that are supposed to remind us of childhood, and the glories of Christmases long, long ago.

Honestly, I’m glad we did it, it’s one less thing on the list that needs doing today, but the magic isn’t there anymore. 

Sure, there’s the satisfaction of finishing the big task, but little else. 

And now I lay awake wondering how I’ll buy presents with no money. How I’ll find a job when no one wants to hire. How I’ll pull my weight. How I’ll keep my weight down when everything is covered in chocolate and yes, sir, I’ll have another… and… and… and.

The wolf is outside, and she’d like a word with me about my life.

Giving up sleep as a dream of youth, I get up and grab my clothes for the day, managing not trip on my shoes or the various hazards between me and the shower. 

Gotta celebrate the little victories, Wolfie.

The shower feels nice. It’s been too cold for the light blankets, but too warm for the heavy one- so the nasty overheat feeling clings to me as I shuck my PJs and stand under the steamy water. It resets my natural thermostat from all the shivering and sweating of the night, and just leaves the ahhhh.

Of course, eventually it ends and I have to get dressed in the bathroom. I hate doing that. I always end up hopping up and down on one foot while trying to get the other through that last six inches of stubborn denim that has decided to cling to the sole of the other foot. You try doing that without the words ‘Compound Fracture’ swirling through your head.

It’s five am by the time I haul myself, dripping hair and all, out to the living room. I can hear the rest of the house stirring, even the mouse, so I don’t want to make any more noise than I have to. I’ve never been a morning person, until being forced into it at gunpoint by various necessities. But now, I can admit that there’s something kind of nice about having an hour or so to yourself with all the distractions switched off. Having the time to sit quietly and think, meditate about the day to come.

Familiarity keeps me from bouncing off the walls more than a couple times, but once I’m out to the living room couch, that changes. See, there’s a new shadow, an unfamiliar shape in the dark. Just enough light comes in through the skylight and the curtained window to show me the silhouette of our tree. Shadows stretch it into a sinister figure. One with vaguely lupine features.

Lovely, the wolf is clocking overtime.

I sigh and go to the light switch, but here I pause. Partially because lighting that beacon will awaken half the house, and partially because it just feels wrong somehow.  Instead, a wicked little grin escapes me and I carefully pick my way over to the side of the loveseat, and the power strip that all the decorations are plugged into.

This was one of my favorite parts of Christmas when I was a kid. I’ve always loved color, and the lights on the tree have been the last refuge of the magic of the season for many years now.

Our scrawny, apartment sized artificial tree sits there on the coffee table. In the center of a bunch of miniature houses on a field of snowy white. It sounds prettier than it looks in the dark, with its lupine shadows.

But I reach down and find the switch. It flips with a click and a soft orange glow.

I look up at the tree and… Oh, there you are. I’ve missed you.

The lights of the miniature village bathe the snowy felt in warm hues of soft memories, and the pinpricks of tree lights dot gold and pink, blue and red against the shadows. But it’s the star, all lit in warm ambers and purples as it casts its aurora to the cream colored walls, only to be returned in an aura of memory and magic that makes my limbs tingle. 

Suddenly, this little dust-smelling man-made letdown of a Christmas tree is beautiful. My heart doesn’t grow three sizes that day, but it does unclench, just a little. 

I settle down on the couch to consider the simple joy of light. Here, in the dark with the wolf and all her cares and worries curled affectionately at my feet.

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Felicitous Solstice, Happy Kwanzaa, Sparkling Saturnalia, Happy Boxing Day, Marvelous Mōdraniht, Happy Festivus, Joyous Erastide, Happy Holidays….

Whichever your season, and for whatever reason, I bid you peace. May the coming year find you happy, healthy and well.


-Dev