Hello, my name is Shade. For me, stealing is an art form. Each theft is unique and has meaning. Even if it doesn’t seem that way at the time. When they arrested me, I didn’t tell them everything during the trial. No one did. We all had our secrets. We each had people to protect.
Billions of people, throughout the galaxy, watched my trial. Most were fans, a few were enemies, and the rest were people wondering if I would tell the galaxy their secrets. In the end, my long distinguished career ended, just as I always intended. By my hand. They sentenced me to five-thousand years, in a pre-age soul crystal, built by a civilization that was long since gone.
Yet now I am out on parole, five-thousand years later. And it turns out that this world, and possibly the galaxy, has literally bombed themselves into the stone ages. Honestly, I had always believed that was just a metaphor. But it turns out it is possible. Technology, space travel, all of it, poof, gone. There is nothing left of my age, but wreckage.
Now I spend my life trying to figure out where to go from here. Looking for some sense of normalcy. To top it all off, I’m traveling with… no shit, a dinosaur, a loincloth wearing barbarian and a wizard. And you thought the crystal was hell? Nope. At least that was something I understood. This place is the actual hell.
And now I've found these books. You know all those things I refused to say at the trial? Well, the authors had no such sense of fair play. They told every dirty little secret. And now, for five thousand years, and multiple ages of civilization, the stories of Shade and her exploits have grown to monumental proportions. Creating a kind of superhero, that was never real. But these people can’t understand that. As for me? I am reading my books and trying to figure out who I really am. The monster they put in prison, or the hero of my own story?
----- Please Be Aware: NSFW-----
The Shade chronicles contain violence, gore, profanity, and sexual content. They are not suitable for work, younger audiences or people who are offended by any of the above. There is no such thing as a third rail here. Everything is fair game.
Titles subject to change before publication.
Hello everyone! To support the ability to focus on my writing, I have officially put the Shade Chronicles up for sale for 1.99 each. Below you will find the first five pages of each episode. If you see something you like you can now purchase the full PDF at the bookstore.
Fachun 13th, 26551
This is the first Shade novel I ever read. And the last story I ever wanted anyone to know. Mostly because it brings up many terrible memories of my past, that I prefer to stay buried. Just promise me that if you see Leon in the afterlife, you won't tell him he was right. He'd be insufferable.
Fachun 18th, 26551
This story has it all, romance, long walks on the beach, a society ball, comedy, murder and a fantastic heist! I can honestly say that even after his death, Leon is still making me laugh. Well done, my friend. I miss you.
Fachun 19th, 26551
This is a fun story about the relationship that exists between Leon, Robert and myself. Add in an action packed avalanche ride, and a serious double-cross, and you have everything you need for a jolly good time! Enjoy. I know I did.
Fachun 20th, 26551
Hello fellow reader! This is one of my favorites. This is the one where I sell Robert out so hard that he ends up condemned into a skull for eternity. Excessive? Possibly, but then I know more than even the people who put him there. But then, no one ever knows the entire story. If ever there was a villain, Robert was certainly his right hand.
Kelun 21st, 26551
This was a great heist, in my opinion. It had everything, lying, cheating, stealing, and even setting up the perfect scapegoat. But the best part was the double cross. Not only did the heist go so perfectly, that I slid in and out with no one noticing, but I got to screw the researcher, Double entendre intended. *wink*
Janrun 30th, 26552
So, this story is a little darker. But it is a splendid example of a heist that, while successful, had some minor complications. I wasn’t happy about the complication then. But I was extremely proud of the outcome.
I just wish I had told her how proud I was before she died.
Thorn 21st, 26552
I love to gamble. But only because I never gamble. My father used to tell me that there is no such thing as fate. So, never expect that chance or luck will pull you through. Plan for the worst and settle for what you get. “Always look forward, my love,” he said. Just before the bullet splattered his brains all over the wall next to us. This however is the story of how Shade began, not me. So onward fellow reader!
Thorn 30th, 26552
Ah, the story of Shadowband Solutions. Holy cow! Wait till you see the original name of that company. By the gods, that was awful! This was also the story about how Jimmy and I found each other again. I loved that elf. Menefelle too, gods, I miss Menefelle. But moving on. The elven trio created in these pages would rule Taius for several hundred years from behind the scenes. Well, rule might be the wrong word. Control, maybe? Over-inflated ego is more likely accurate.
Rune 7th, 26552
This was an elegant evening, even with the heist that almost ruined my career as Helena Cartwright. Yet, it even ended beautifully, despite everything, thanks to Leon. The next morning was a tad rough, but again Leon leapt to my aid. My knight in shining armor, no matter what went wrong, he was always there to make me laugh with his charm and utter brilliance. I genuinely enjoyed working with him.
Rune 12th, 26552
I agree with Leon here. Family is a weird concept, especially for those that technically have no family. Robert and I grew up in in an orphanage. And while he and I may have a long and sordid history that none of you are likely to understand completely, he is my family. And no one gets to kill my brother, except me, of course.
Rune 23rd, 26552
This is a fun drinking story. You know the kind, the story that always begins with, “no shit, there I was…” Now that I think about it, I literally used those words when I told this story. Leon, Jimmy, Menefelle, Toni and I were sitting at a dathalu table. I had already been told for the fourth time, that if they caught me cheating again, they would hold me down and shave me utterly naked. I, of course, told them that might be a fun orgy which got dirty socks thrown at me. Oh, I may have missed the part where it was a strip dathalu game. I bet that was confusing.
Sanun 3rd, 26552
Everyone has a story about their lives that they love to tell. You know the one. The story that makes you look so utterly epic and stupid all at once? This is mine. I mean seriously, who breaks into a dragon’s hoard and not only survives to tell the tale, but makes the dragon laugh in the process? I mean, if that’s not epically stupid, then nothing is! I could probably do without the ending, but hey, the dragon deserved the right to toss his two-cents in too. Well played, Toni.
Sanun 14th, 26552
This is one of those times when you read something, then blink repeatedly, in disbelief, at the page. I finished this book and carefully slid it back onto my shelf as if it were a live bomb. Because honestly, I can’t even comprehend how releasing this to the public didn’t get Leon killed. And by more than just the corp that developed the technique. But… yeah. Wow. Too much information, my friend… seriously.
But I suppose this information might make some of my other stories less mystifying. I mean, if you're really care about whether the stories are confusing.
Sanun 30th, 26552
I can honestly say that there are many things I miss about my past lives. But, as a consummate nomad, I learned to adapt to new surroundings quickly. I enjoy trying new foods, seeing unknown places, and meeting new people. For me, that is the most important joy of living. Every so often, though, I read one of these books and my heart aches for the people in my past. Toni, that funny, gentle and utterly horrifying creature (if he was mad), is one of those things.
Everything we ever did together was epic. And I mean… everything.
Fordal 21, 26552
Okay, I might not be so proud of this story. But please note, that I tried things the right way for five years. I gave the authorities all the proof they needed. Pictures, digital records, even videos with digital signatures intact. There was plenty of evidence that would have landed anyone else in prison for life. But none of it mattered.
When all legal recourse is exhausted, only the illegal remains. I do not condone vigilantism, but hey, it works in the comic books, right?